Cahal drove them home after first walking her conspicuously to his car, the fortuitous parking spot finding another use. By the end of the day, the entire team and their extended families would know that something was happening between the divorcing couple. But would Jack? Back at the penthouse, she retreated to her bedroom to try Jack’s cell phone number several times, all unsuccessful. Wherever he was, he didn’t want to be reached. Just before ten, Cahal poked his head in the door. “Dinner.” Lila looked up from her perch atop a thickly padded trunk, one of the pieces of furniture Cahal had salvaged from their house. “I’m not hungry.” Pushing the door wider, he stepped into the room. “You must be, you haven’t eaten.” Turning her face away, she insisted, “I’m not hungry and it’s too late anyway. Go ahead without me.”
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