Dimitra kissed Nerida on the cheeks after accepting a tight hug from Giorgio and tried to get past Miklos who was on his phone just outside the restaurant.
“I need a lift home.” He called to her. “Wait for me over there on the bench. I’ll be a few minutes, fifteen at most.”
“Call Ajax,” she walked backwards. “I’m not going to the house tonight. I have other plans.”
“He is dealing with a situation,” his eyes told her not to question the situation and she groaned.
“Fine.”
She moved to the bench near the car park and pulled her own phone out and turned it back on. Eight missed calls from Ben.
She called him back and put him on speaker, holding the phone to her chin. “Ben, I was in the middle of dinner with my in-laws. What could possibly be so urgent you couldn’t wait.”
“I miss you,”
