“I got hold of the lawyer,” he finally said to Cindy, “he’s gonna meet us in an hour at La Costa Nuva in town. We’ll get there just before the dinner hour and get a table in the back.” That was where she and Eric had dinner before. It seemed strange to Cindy that Taylor knew Eric. She doubted though that Taylor knew anything about his involvement with Charma, though. It seemed possible that Pete did, though. How else could he have met Eric? “I’ll go upstairs, shower and change and be down in a little bit,” Cindy said as she and Taylor walked into the lobby. “Don’t dawdle,” Taylor grimaced, “you’re not exactly going to a fashion show.” Cindy shuddered at his comment. Taylor was unpredictable, on target at times, nasty at others. She wanted to take him on, but thought better of it. This wasn’t the time to assuage her ego, it was the time to keep everything copasetic so they could all work together as easily as possible. As soon as Cindy got to her room, she flung her bag on the couch and kicked off her shoes.
