there was something not quite right about the relationship between her quarry and his ersatz fiancée? Was she still looking for some chink in the armor of love and devotion?
Allison didn’t think she could continue sitting at this table as if nothing had happened, but neither did she want to cause a scene or leave room for too much speculation. She looked at Jeff. “I don’t really want to hear the lunch speaker.”
“Me, neither.”
In unison they put their napkins on the table and slid their chairs out. Allison kept a wary eye on Jeff, in case he decided to make another unpredictable move. But all he did was meet her gaze, rather boldly, she thought.
“Y’all are leaving?” Sherry asked. “But you’ll miss dessert. They’re serving raspberry fudge cake.”
“I think they’ve got their own dessert in mind,” the obstetrician said in a stage whisper.
Allison wanted to object. That wasn’t the impression she’d meant to leave. But to argue the point would just draw attention to it. She picked up her purse and tote bag. “Nice to meet all of you.”
Sherry gave her a forlorn little smile as Allison whisked herself away from the table, nearly knocking down a waiter with a tray full of raspberry fudge cake. If she’d thought she could get away with it, she’d have nabbed a slice from the tray and taken it up to her room.
Jeff was following right behind her as she wove her way out of the crowded ballroom. He caught up to her as she made her way through the lobby toward the elevators.
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