That evening, Stone was atthe bar at P. J. Clarke’s when a familiar set of fingers slid down his arm and over his hand.
“I’m sorry to break this to you,” he said without looking back, “but whoever you are, I have a prior engagement and am unavailable for whatever it is you have in mind.”
“That’s the correct response,” Tamlyn said.
Smiling, Stone stood and kissed her. “I’m so glad you’re back.”
She traced the curve of his jaw with a finger. “As am I.”
“Careful, or we’ll have to skip dinner entirely.”
“Food is overrated,” she said. “But I’d hate to make Dino eat alone.”
They kissed again.
“Something to drink?” Stone asked.
“A glass of Sancerre. I really enjoyed it last time we were here.”
“Coming right up.”
He caught the bartender’s attention and passed the request along as Tamlyn settled in the chair next to Stone.
“When did you land?” he asked her.
“This morning, early.”
“Then you must be tired.”
“Not even a little bit. I was able to hitch a ride on one of the Strategic Services jets and slept most of the flight.”
“That sounds like an excellent use of your time. Did you get everything done in London that you needed to?”
“I did. And before I forget, thank you for letting me use your place. Not only was it gorgeous and comfortable, but it was also well situated for my needs.”
“You’re welcome to stay there anytime.”
“Careful. I might take you up on that.”
“Please do.”
“How are Jack’s wife and niece doing?” she asked. “I hope they weren’t too badly hurt.”
Stone brought her up to speed.
“I can’t believe someone did that to them purposely. Do the police know who’s responsible?”
“Dino hasn’t been able to figure that out yet.”
“Because it’s not my job to figure it out,” Dino said, slipping into the seat on the other side of Tamlyn. “I have people for that.”
“Hello, Dino,” Tamlyn said, then gave him a quick hug and peck on the cheek.
“Thanks for letting me horn in on your date,” Dino said.
“Since Viv’s away, I thought she would appreciate if I made sure you were fed.”
The bartender returned with Tamlyn’s wine, then said to Dino, “Good evening, Commissioner. What can I get you?”
