Dino winced. “I’m meeting somebody, business.”
“What a pity.”
“Isn’t it,” Stone said, unable not to smile. “What would you like to drink?” he asked Celia.
“Do they have any decent bourbon in this joint?” she asked sweetly.
“Waiter, bring the lady a Knob Creek. On the rocks?”
“Perfect,” she said.
“So nice to meet a woman who drinks bourbon,” Stone said.
“I’m a southern girl from a small town in Georgia called Delano, where they consider Scotch un-American.”
Menus arrived. “Only two,” Stone said to the waiter. “Dino has to be someplace.”
“I think that’s my cue to scram,” Dino said, rising. “So nice to meet you, Celia. I hope to see a lot more of you.”
“That’s my line,” Stone said. “Good night, Dino.”
The waiter escorted Dino to another table and held the chair for him.
“You were rude to your friend,” Celia said.
“We do that a lot,” Stone replied, “but only because I didn’t want to share you.”
“Thank you for not saying there’s enough of me to go around; I’ve heard all the tall jokes.”
Elaine came over and sat down, and Stone introduced the two women. “You’re taller sitting down than I am standing up,” Elaine said.
Celia laughed. “I take it back, Stone, I hadn’t heard that one.”
Elaine peered at Celia’s glass. “What are you drinking?” she asked.
“Bourbon,” Celia replied.
Elaine spotted a friend coming into the restaurant and stood up. “I’ll look forward to the wedding invitation,” she said. “Stone has found his dream girl.”
Celia laughed again, a pleasing sight and sound. “So,” she said, “go ahead and ask me how I became a masseuse.”
“I’m sure you have the answer ready,” Stone said.
“It was the only way I could earn two hundred dollars an hour without turning tricks. And I’m too smart to be a Las Vegas showgirl.”
“Perfect answer,” Stone said.
“The truth is, I lived in Santa Fe for a while, and they have a lot of massage schools. I had to find something more financially rewarding than waiting tables, so I took the training.”
“And the training took.”
“So you’re a lawyer? Why?”
“It was the only way I could earn five hundred dollars an hour without turning tricks. And I’m too smart to be a cop, which is what I used to be before I got so smart. Dino was my partner in those days.”
“Did you ever hear anything from Marilyn?”
“No, but I had lunch with Bernard Finger today, if you can call watching him slurp down a dozen oysters and hearing a stupid proposal for a settlement lunch.”