Abbey had a boyfriend? And it was this idiot? The man, Tarken, was dressed in casual but expensive pants and a Ralph Lauren shirt; his hair tousled in an overly styled boy-band way. He supposed many women would consider him a good looking man with his dark blonde hair and square jaw. He definitely didn't look like a pimp. Not that Nick knew what a pimp looked like. Maybe he really was her boyfriend. "You are not my boyfriend!" said Abbey, her eyes spitting blue sparks in Tarken's direction. "You seem to have forgotten that I found you kissing Melinda yesterday. She told me you'd slept together while I was away. And I seem to recall telling you that we were through when I handed in my resignation." Even in the dark restaurant, Nick could see Tarken's face had flushed. "I think you should leave," said Nick quietly, deliberately. Damn, he couldn't get up. He needed a distraction. "Waiter!" The waiter was immediately at his side. "This man is bothering us." Tarken's eyes widened and his face suddenly slackened.
