No text, just a photo of Sara’s soon-to-be ex-husband, sprawled unconscious across a sidewalk.
Stefan grinned. That’s what the jerk got for messing with his girl.
“Your prosecco, sir,” the bartender said, setting the glass down in front of him. Stefan quickly placed his phone screen down on the bar. “Would you like to open a tab?”
“Sure.” Stefan handed him a stolen credit card he’d recently received from a buddy in L.A. It wouldn’t be long before someone caught on and froze the account, but he’d probably be able to get a few more days out of it.
The bartender’s gaze moved to someone behind Stefan. “Good evening, Mr. Barrington. Knob Creek?”
Stefan tensed. Did he meanStoneBarrington?
“Thank you, Wyatt, that would be great. And a glass of the Sancerre for my friend.”
“Right away.”
Stefan kept his gaze fixed on his prosecco. The manbehind him was definitely Stone Barrington. He recognized the man’s voice from when he’d eavesdropped on him, Sara, and that guy named Herb.
Stefan felt the urge to turn and get a good look at him, but what if his “friend” was Sara?
Stefan was not ready for her to see him yet. But more importantly, if Barrington was in a personal relationship with her, Stefan would have to deal with him like he’d dealt with Sara’s blind date and her second husband. Best if he didn’t do anything that might cause Barrington to remember his face.
The bartender soon returned, and Stefan had to lean to the side so that the drinks could be passed by him.
“Thanks,” Barrington said.
Another voice spoke up behind Stefan. “Mr. Barrington, your table is ready.”
“Perfect timing,” Barrington said.
“If you’ll follow me.”
Stefan kept his eyes on his glass until he was sure Barrington was gone, then waved the bartender down.
“Something’s come up and I have to close out.”
“No problem, sir. I’ll be right back.”
Stefan drank the prosecco in two gulps and was already standing when the bartender returned with the receipt and his card. Since it wasn’t Stefan’s money, he added a generous tip, then moved to a spot where he could get a good look at the dining room.
Barrington’s companion was indeed a woman, but she was not Sara. Instead of Sara’s brown curls, this woman’s hair was straight and black. He couldn’t see her face, but he sensed she was older than Sara, too.
This should have pleased him, but instead he became indignant at the idea that Barrington was two-timing Sara.
His anger only grew as he made his way out of the restaurant and returned to his car.
Instead of going back to his hotel, he circled the area, waiting for Barrington to leave.
Tamlyn dabbed the corner ofher mouth. “That was excellent. I will absolutely be dining here again.”
“In my company, I hope,” Stone said.
“Ifyou play your cards right,” she said.
He raised his wineglass. “Challenge accepted.”
She laughed, then tapped hers against his, and they drank.
“What’s taking you to England on Friday?” Tamlyn asked. “Business?”
