“I’ll explain in the car,” was all he said, his expression unreadable.
With a quick nod to our table companions, we made our apologies and slipped out, the whispers of the guests following us. As the car pulled away from the hotel, silence thickened the air between us.
Finally, Robert spoke, his voice a mix of disbelief and something else, perhaps awe or concern. “You really didn’t notice?”
“Notice what?” I probed, glancing at him, my mind racing with possibilities.
“The spaghetti and meatballs,” he began. “It’s Jessica and David’s way of sending a message. It was their first meal together at that little Italian place where they met.”
