Page 182 of Sin Bin

Harris narrowed his eyes.

Wendi and Trish looked downright amused.

Meadow cleared her throat and glanced at her watch. “Well, um, we’d better head out so we won’t be late for dinner. I hope none of you have plans this evening, because we have reservations at Restaurant Guy Savoy.”

“Guy Savoy?” Trish looked impressed. “Very swanky.”

Logan grinned. “My father’s treating. He insists.”

Trish’s eyes lit up. “We’re having dinner with your father?”

“And my mother. They’re meeting us at the restaurant.”

“Hey, that’s great,” Harris said amiably. “I look forward to meeting them.”

Wendi was pouting. “I can’t go to dinner. I have a book club meeting tonight. We’re hosting a guest author and I’m the president, so I have to be there.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Meadow managed to say convincingly.

Trish bit her lip, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. “Well, since you won’t be there—”

“You should still go,” Wendi said, a touch grudgingly.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.” Wendi forced an upbeat smile. “You can fill me in on everything I missed.”

Harris glanced at the others, then looked down at himself and chuckled. “Guess I’d better shower and make myself presentable enough to dine at a fancy French restaurant.”

Wendi sighed. “I’d better get ready, too. I have to be at the clubhouse early to get everything set up.”

As she followed Harris inside, Meadow wondered if she’d give him an earful about being excluded from the impromptu dinner.

Trish stayed out on the deck with Meadow and Logan, keeping them company while Harris got ready. When she stepped away to walk Wendi to her car, Logan grinned at Meadow.

“Trish is awesome. I see why you like her so much. And damn if she doesn’t look just like Naomie Harris.”

“Doesn’t she? It’s uncanny.” Meadow slanted him a teasing grin. “Is Naomie one of your celebrity crushes?”

“She is now. That woman is fine, and so is Trish.” He laughed as Meadow playfully punched his arm.

When it was time to leave, Logan offered, “We can all ride together.”

“Nah, that’s okay,” Harris said, grabbing his keys. “We’re going to be right next to your hotel. No sense in making you and Meadow drive all the way back out here after dinner.” He smiled easily at Trish. “Since you don’t have your car, you can just ride with me and I’ll drop you off at home afterward.”

Trish gave him an uncharacteristically shy smile. “All right.”

The foursome left the house, climbed into their separate vehicles and followed each other to the Strip.

Santino and Roxanne Tavárez were already waiting for them at the restaurant, which was tucked away in the Augustus Tower at Caesars Palace.

Roxanne beamed when she saw Meadow, her eyes misty with emotion. “Hey, baby girl.” She gave her the longest hug, rubbing her back and whispering fervently, “It’s so good to see you again.”

“You, too,” Meadow whispered, her heart swelling with fierce affection for this kind, beautiful woman she’d met only twice.

Once the introductions and pleasantries were out of the way, the maître d’ escorted them to their private table, which overlooked sweeping views of the Roman Plaza and the glittering Strip. As the men pulled out chairs for the ladies, it struck Meadow that they could easily be mistaken for three interracial couples. Logan was clearly white, while Harris and Santino appeared racially ambiguous.

Once everyone was seated, they ordered wine and the prestige tasting menu, smiling and chatting companionably as the courses began to appear.

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