The driver from earlier was suddenly standing at our table and I started a little.
"The car is ready, sir, as you requested, please pardon the interruption." He then stood back looking expectantly at his boss.
I jumped out of the booth, "Oh no, am I late?" I fumbled through my pockets looking for my cell phone and cursed my inability to remember to wear a watch.
Joel seemed to find my sudden movements humorous and slid out beside me. "Not late, love. I wouldn't let you do that."
I rolled my eyes at the patronizing tone he seemed to slide into so quickly. He was definitely used to being in charge.
As we walked toward the exit I pondered this recent and strange meeting. I felt more comfortable with Joel Latro than I had any reason to. By my count he had assaulted me in a bathroom, had m
