“That’s a deplorable lie and you know it,” Emerson grumbles. “Did he tell you he had a date?”
"No, the girl-woman, whatever she is—rang and left a message with me, asking me to tell him she had changed the arrangements. Apparently, his phone was switched off and she couldn't reach him." I sigh disgusted.
Emerson frowns as she looks across the street. “What did he say when you gave him the message?”
“He seemed uncomfortable.”
She smirks at me.
“What?” I snap.
“I love it when I know something others think I don’t know.”
I smile and tap my ice cream to hers. “Same here.”
I turn my attention to Hank. “Tell me about the concert.” He went to a dance concert at the weekend and we set him some tasks.
Hank smiles proudly.
“He did it. Hank kissed a girl.” Emerson smiles.
“You did?” I can’t hide my excitement. “This is great. Did you get to second base?”
“No.” He screws up his face because it sounds so foreign to him.
The doors of the restaurant open, and we all slide down in our seats. “Here they come,” Emerson whispers.
Mr. Masters is wearing a navy suit, and he holds the door open for the woman and as she walks through. He takes her hand in his.
My mouth falls open. “Are you kidding me?” The girl he is with is blonde, beautiful, and she’s wearing a red dress.
“What?” Emerson whispers. “Why are we whispering? He can’t hear us. She’s pretty. I’m impressed.” She raises her eyebrow in surprise.
“She’s young!” I snap. “Is he frigging kidding?”
"She's in her late twenties, I'd say," Emerson tells me. "That's not too young. What seems to be the problem?" Steam feels like it's shooting from my hot ears. "What would a young bombshell want with a middle-aged man like that?"
Emerson rolls her eyes. “Funny you should ask that. I do wonder myself.”
Hank snickers. “Touché.”
“She’s just after his money,” I grumble.
Emerson raises her eyebrow. “Remind me again; why we are spying on him?”
“Because he’s a fucking idiot,” I snap way too loudly.
We sit in silence as we watch them walk around the corner, hand in hand.
Emerson’s eyes hold mine. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“What’s going on?”
I hesitate for a moment. I’ll just tell her a snippet and warm her up to the idea. “I’m really attracted to him. Every time we’re in the room together the sexual chemistry is off the charts.”
Emerson’s eyes widen, filled with horror. “Will you stop it?”