Chocolate Covered Death (Wine & Dine Mysteries Book 2) by Halliday Gemma

Author:Halliday, Gemma [Halliday, Gemma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gemma Halliday Publishing
Published: 2019-07-16T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Warm air washed over me as the automatic glass doors swished open, and I stepped outside to hand the valet my ticket. Though, I was beginning to realize there was a hierarchy to this getting-your-car-back thing, and I didn't think my Jeep ranked very high, as my wait was, as usual, longer than most. I took the few moments to let my mind wander over the new info Caroline had imparted on me. It wasn't hard to believe Cole was a gigolo, and it sadly wasn't hard to imagine the bored housewives of the Sonoma elite being interested enough to pay a small sum for his attention. Somehow, though, Heather hadn't fit that mold in my mind. Heather had looked like a model—and not a past-her-prime one either. Had she really been paying for Cole's services…or had she, like Caroline, had a special arrangement with the golf pro? On the other hand, I wondered if Heather's husband knew she'd been paying for extracurricular activities with the allowance he'd given her. I could only imagine he wouldn't be happy to find out.

As if on cue, I spotted a familiar face walking through the glass doors—James Atherton. He handed a valet ticket to the guy in the blue blazer who, I noted, moved a lot faster to get Atherton's car than he had mine. Clearly he ranked better in the pecking order. As he waited, James turned my way, his pleasant smile turning to a frown of confusion when he recognized me.

"Hi." I did a lame little wave in his direction.

"Emmy Oak."

Well, at least one person remembered who I was around here.

"Nice to see you again," I told him politely.

"What are you doing here?"

I cleared my throat. "Uh, waiting for my car."

He shook his head. "No, I mean here. At the Links. You're not a member."

I tried to tell myself he was so sure because he'd been here so long—not because my shoes were from Macy's instead of Gucci.

"Guest of a friend," I said.

"What friend?" The frown between his brows that had formed at seeing me hadn't decreased any, and I felt like I was getting the third degree from my elementary school principal.

"Just…a friend," I answered, not necessarily wanting to put David Allen in anyone's crosshairs.

He shot me a hard look. "First my office, asking questions. Now my club. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were stalking me."

"Stalking?" I managed to cough out. "No, I would never stalk you." Okay, so I broke into his house, but we all had to draw a line somewhere.

"Then what, exactly, are you doing here?"

"I was…having a drink with Caroline Danvers," I told him. Which was, incidentally, true.

His eyes narrowed. "You never mentioned being friends with Caroline."

Probably because I wasn't. "You never asked," I countered.

He shut his mouth in a thin, hard line, eyes still narrowed. He looked like he had more to say, but at that moment my phone chirped from my purse, giving me a lovely excuse to step away from his death glare.

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