She half hoped it was Vivian and half dreaded seeing her. The three days of silence after their heated kisses on her couch made her feel as if cold fingers were digging holes in her heart. Instead she watched Eryn enter the almost-empty café, rain dripping from her leather coat. “Hi, there. God, it’s pouring.” “Hello. Latte?” “Please. I just had some awful coffee at the Dodd Mansion.” Surprised, Mike glanced over at Eryn, who sat at the bar. “Dodd Mansion? You’re moving up in the world.” “Not likely.” Eryn grinned. “Purely business. Marjorie Dodd turns a century old Friday.” “Wow, that’s not bad. She’s still going strong, isn’t she?” “Very strong. Very convincing too, if you ask me.” “What do you mean?” “They offered me a job.” “They?” “Manon Belmont was there too. Turns out they’re good friends.” “No surprise there.” Mike began steaming the milk. After the noise quieted, she said, “They’re bound to move in the same circles.”
