The place was empty except for the staff. It was Wednesday, and raining. No Montrealer would be seen out of their home tonight. I was glad we had the place to ourselves, but I also knew it didn’t change anything. There could have been ten thousand people or none—Davinder wouldn’t relax. He’d sit across from me, never letting his eyes linger too long on my face, and wouldn’t touch me.
I didn’t mind his paranoia. I was finding out, I didn’t mind anything Davinder ever did.
“So what did you tell Eileen today?” He moved the ice around in his drink. “She’s starting to think you don’t like her, and man, I don’t know what to tell her anymore.”
“And you think I do? I’m not going to have lunch with your wife. Ever.”
“I’m not asking you to, but I don’t know what to tell her when she asks me why
