I think for a moment. That would still give me time to go to Tristan if I need to. “Just tell me now.”
“No way. I’ll tell you it all tonight; it’s too in depth.”
Damn it, I don’t want to meet this idiot, but if I don’t, how would I know what Ferrara is up to? If I find out, then maybe we can get an injunction and stop the story from going to print.
“Okay, fine. Where?”
“Harry’s Bar, six thirty.”
“Okay, see you there.”
I go back to my desk and look around guiltily. My heart rate is going through the roof. What dirt do they have on Jameson?
Oh no, my poor man.
Molly and Aaron are both not at their desks, and I know I have to ring Jay and let him know I’m going to be late when they can’t hear me lie and use them as my alibi.
I nervously dial his number.
“Hi,” his sexy voice purrs down the phone.
“Hi.” I begin to break into a sweat as I prepare to lie. “I’m going to go out to dinner with Molly and Aaron tonight.” I screw up my face. “Aaron is a bit down, and we’re going to try and cheer him up.”
“Oh.” He seems surprised.
“Is that okay?” I reply nervously.
“Of course it is.”
“I’ll come over as soon as I finish, and it won’t be late.”
“Okay, babe.”
“What will you eat?” I frown. I hate that I won’t be cooking for him. Looking after Jameson has become my favorite thing.
“I’ll find something; don’t worry about me.”
“Oh, okay.” I fall silent, feeling guilty.
As if sensing my inner turmoil, he asks, “Is everything all right, Emily?”
“Yes, of course. I love you. See you tonight.” I hang up in a rush before I confess my lie.
Six thirty on the dot I walk into Harry’s Bar. I’ve been here before with Aaron and Molly, so I know where it is.
Jake is in the back corner, and he waves happily when he sees me.
I smile awkwardly and make my way over to the table. A glass of wine sits there waiting for me.
“Hi.” I sit down opposite him.
“Hi. You look beautiful.” He smiles as he looks me up and down. I frown. I went home and showered and changed quickly. I hope he doesn’t think it was for him. I changed for Jay for when I see him later.
“You ordered me a drink?” I ask.
“Yes.” He smil
es warmly. “I hope you like it—cab sav.”