#CHAPTER 146: Ladies Who Lunch

Sarah POV I’ve never been one to sit on a problem, so when Melissa texted me about meeting for a strategy session on the Abrigan Mine, I turned it into a lunch date. I even suggested it be just the two of us when she talked about bringing her publicist. “Should we get pizza again?” she asked, laughing. “I was thinking of the Oceana,” I said. “I love seafood! See you there at noon?” “I’ll make the reservation.” The Oceana was a new place I’d heard good things about. As I walked with Danielle casing the joint behind me, I smiled at the lovely use of windows overlooking the view of the city, the tasteful nautical pieces, and the fresh flowers. I gave my name to the hostess and was taken to a booth in front of a window. Melissa looked up from the menu and smiled, and I took my seat across the table from her. Then I noticed Danielle was looking at a man wearing a black suit and standing by the wall in a way I found familiar. “Got your own now?” I asked, nodding toward him.