He gave her a strange look, and she shrugged, then followed the waiter who'd asked her to come with him to the front lobby. Nerves prickled down her spine. There was a handgun in her purse, which she clutched to her side. She and Mario had just finished their dinner and over an hour of useless small talk, and it struck her as curious that Mario made no effort to join her when the maitre d' came to their table and informed her there was an important phone call waiting for her on the house phone."Right this way, madam," the maitre d' said, gesturing when they reached his narrow podium, where he stood and greeted guests.Angela glanced at the house phone, which was next to the podium. Everything inside her tightened, and the prime rib she'd found exceptionally good suddenly churned in her gut. The expensive wine she'd sipped at throughout their meal began gurgling as her nerves spiked to a dangerous level. The restaurant was well air-conditioned, and throughout the meal she'd been chilly, almost wishing she'd brought a sweater."That way?" Angela paused in the lobby, ignoring the handful of couples who apparently didn't rate being seated right away.
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