Chapter 18

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, dusk was settling, and it cast a warm glow on Leon's face. The softness in the light made him seem worlds apart from the distant man Wendy first met at the airport. "I'm Zoey Silvain," she introduced herself. Leon stood up and pulled out the chair for her. His slender fingers resting lightly on the backrest as he said, "I didn't think we'd be meeting again like this." Zoey set the contract folder on the table. "It really is quite the coincidence." As she took her seat, she noticed him sliding the menu toward her. "Let's have dinner first. Do you have any food allergies I should know of, Ms. Silvain?" His long fingers brushed over the pictures on the menu. "They make really good seafood gumbo here. Are you allergic to seafood?" Leon's attention to detail caught Wendy off guard. Back when she used to dine with Yves, he always ordered what Wendy liked and had never once asked her if she had allergies. He probably didn't even know she had any. "