Wait.” Her heart jumped into her throat as she turned and saw Ron Morganstern waving to her from the open car window. She downed deep gulps as the car pulled up beside her. “My God, you gave me a scare!” “Sorry about that,” Mick said from the driver’s seat. “We got to talking and almost missed you when you came outside.” “Why were you waiting for me?” she asked as Ron struggled out of the passenger seat and held the door open for her. “Have a seat,” he said. Lydia paused. While she was no longer concerned about her safely, she didn’t like being shanghaied in this manner. “We’ve things to tell you,” Mick explained, “and figured we’d do it over an early dinner—or a drink, if you prefer.” “All right. Dinner’s fine. I am hungry.” She stepped into the car. Ron closed her door then climbed into the back seat. Amused now, she asked, “How did you know what time I was leaving today?” “Your friend, Barbara,” Mick explained, a grin splitting his face.
