"Not on the phone. Can you just sit tight? Play your game and let me take a shot at mine?"
"It better be good."
"That remains to be seen." Who knew how it would go? But if it proceeded as planned, the whole thing could be turned around. "Now where the hell are you?"
"The place we always stayed, of course. Figuring you'd come here. But you stood me up, naturally. Same old Michael. So this morning I started calling around."
"You mean you're—?"
"At the Savoy, sweetie, our love nest of happy times past. Right across the street."
[Chapter Ten]