Stefan cocked his head, wondering what this was all about.
His answer came soon enough when the townhouse door swung open and Sara stepped out with a smartly dressed man who had to be more than twice her age.
Stefan’s eyes narrowed. Who the hell wasthisguy?
The driver opened the back door of the Bentley for them. Sara climbed in first, then the man joined her.
As the driver retook his place behind the wheel, Stefan started the engine of his car, ready to follow them down the street.
His head spun with visions of Sara and the fancy guy getting cozy in the back. It was enough to make his skin crawl.
“What could she possibly see in him?” he said to himself.
Even if the guy was loaded, it wasn’t like she needed a sugar daddy. She was mega rich all on her own.
Fifteen minutes later, the sedan stopped at the curb. Stefan had no choice but to drive by. As he did, Sara and her new friend exited onto the sidewalk. He tried to see where they were going, but there were too many pedestrians, so he started looking for a place to park.
The quickest solution was a parking garage that cost him a small fortune. Just another thing to add to his list of things that annoyed him about New York City.
The first thing he and Sara were going to do once they were back together was move someplace that didn’t get on his nerves. Someplace like Vegas. It was much more to his tastes.
By the time he hoofed it back to where Sara and the olderguy had been dropped off, they were nowhere to be seen. The car was gone, too. The only places nearby they could have gone were a jewelry store or a restaurant.
He glanced through the windows of the jewelry store but didn’t see them, so he entered the restaurant and scanned the dining area.
He wasn’t worried about Sara seeing him. He was wearing a wig and a pair of tinted glasses, so there was little chance she’d recognize him. In truth, even without the disguise, she might not have realized who he was. Ithadbeen a decade since she’d last seen him, and his own hair had started going gray a while back, plus he had a mustache of which he was quite fond, that he hadn’t previously had.
It was the lull between lunch and dinner, so the place was only half full, making it easy to spot her. She was at a table near the bar, her back to the entrance. The guy with her sat across from her, which Stefan thought was marginally better than if whoever-he-was had been sitting next to her.
A man entered the restaurant, breezed past Stefan, and approached the hostess. He wore a suit that looked as expensive as the old guy’s.
“Good afternoon,” the hostess said. “How many in your party?”
His back was to Stefan, so Stefan couldn’t make out what he said.
“Your guests are already seated,” the hostess said, gesturing toward Sara’s table.
The man thanked her and headed into the room.
Stefan quickly approached the hostess. “I’m meeting somebody but am a bit early. Is it okay if I wait at the bar?”
“Of course.”
“Thanks.” He scooted past her.
“Sorry I’m late,” Herb saidas he reached Stone and Sara’s table. “Took forever to get a cab.”
“Hazard of city living,” Stone said. “Herb, I’d like to introduce you to Sara Hirschy. Sara, this is Herb Fisher, one of Woodman & Weld’s best attorneys.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Fisher,” she said, holding out her hand.
“It’s Herb. Only judges and the opposition call me Mr. Fisher. And the pleasure is all mine.”
As he took a seat, another customer walked past them toward the bar and sat at a nearby high-top table.
“Something to drink?” Stone asked.
“Please,” Herb said.
