And even when we were alone, walking to the car through brightly lit streets, he stayed moodily silent. The Mercedes was parked in the center of a small square. Steve held the door for me, then went around and got in himself. But he made no move to drive off. “Did you mean what you said about having an early night, or would you like to go somewhere else? Someplace we can talk without half the riffraff of Vienna barging in.” “Well, it was your fault,” I flared at him. “It was you who got us all put together at the same table.” “I just fixed it the way you seemed to want it. You were all over that cow of a woman and her two hopefuls. God knows why! You didn’t need to be so damn friendly.” Not really having a leg to stand on, I attacked him. “If you’d left it to me, I’d have gotten rid of them. But with you rushing in like that, what could I do about it?” Absentmindedly, Steve reached forward to switch on the ignition. He looked surprised when the engine fired, and immediately switched it off again.
