Noah sat next to her nursing an almost empty beer bottle. A trim waitress in a micro-mini and punk haircut leaned over to deliver their second round, giving Noah full view of ample cleavage. Smiling at him, she set the bottle down. “One Corona and a Robert Mondavi for the lady.” She placed the glass of wine in front of Eden. The airport lounge Eden had chosen did brisk business. Noah could barely hear himself above the buzz of professionals networking. Grateful that Eden had agreed to meet with him, he wasn’t about to complain. He picked up his full bottle of Corona and clinked against Eden’s glass. “Salud.” Without acknowledging his toast, Eden took a tentative sip of wine and set the glass back on the faux marble counter. Swiveling her bar stool ever so slightly, she turned to face him. “Where did your sidekick disappear to?” “He left on the six o’clock shuttle.” “Oh?”
