He hopped out and opened the passenger side as I approached. I felt the telltale pricking of the skin at the back of my neck as I slid into the car, deliberately keeping my head turned away from the turret window. As I buckled my seat belt, the scent of Rebecca’s perfume assaulted me, followed quickly by the thick aroma of food. I looked at the small ledge that passed for a backseat and spotted the bags from Brent’s on Broad. Trying to keep the disappointment from my voice, I said, “I thought we were going out for lunch.” “We are,” Jack said as he pulled away from the curb. “Thought we’d dine al fresco at White Point Gardens. The weather is still mild so I figured we should take advantage of it while we can.” He slid his sunglasses on, but not before I noticed the dark circles under his eyes. “How did it go in there with Nola?” “She handled it surprisingly well, thanks to my mother. You owe her for that, by the way. Personally, I don’t think you needed to bribe Nola with an iPhone.
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