I miss you already, I texted to him.
His reply was quick. I’m glad, angel mine.
I was laughing as Angus slid in behind the wheel. He looked at me through the rearview mirror. “Where to?”
“Wherever Anne Lucas works.”
“She may be working for hours yet.”
“I figured. I’ve got a few things I can handle while I wait. If I run out of things to do, we’ll try again some other time.”
“Got it.” He started the Bentley and took off.
I called Cary.
“Hey,” he answered. “How was lunch?”
“It was good.” I caught him up.
“Eventful,” he said when I finished. “Can’t say I get the whole Landon thing, but then I don’t understand much of what goes on with your old man. Is there anyone not pissed off at him?”
“Me.”
“Right, but you’re not banging him.”
“Cary, I’m going to kill you, I swear.”
His low chuckle rippled over the line. “I got in touch with Blaire. He said he can meet you at the penthouse tomorrow if you like. Just text him a window of time and he’ll see what he can do.”
“Sweet. How about Kristin?”
“Getting to that, baby girl. She’s in the office all day today, so you can call her anytime. Or drop her an e-mail, if that’s easier. She’s champing at the bit to talk to you.”
“I’ll call her. You figure out where we’re going to dinner yet?”
“I feel like Asian. Chinese, Japanese, Thai … something like that.”
“Well, all right, then. Asian it is.” I leaned my head back against the seat. “Thanks, Cary.”
“Happy to help. When are you coming home?”
“Not sure yet. I’ve got one more thing to do, then I’ll head back.”
“I’ll see you then.”
I killed the call as Angus slid into a spot by the curb.
“That’s her office across the street,” he explained, directing my attention to the brick-faced building on my side. It had several stories and a small, neat lobby visible through glass doors.
I checked it out briefly, imagining her inside with a patient, someone who was baring their most personal secrets without knowing who they were really talking to. That was the way it worked. The mental health professional we trusted knew everything about us, while we only knew what we could discern from photos on desks and degrees on walls.
Scrolling through my contacts, I found Kristin’s number and called her office. Her assistant put me through straightaway.
“Hi, Eva. I had you on my list to call, but your friend beat me to it. I’ve been trying to reach you for a few days now, actually.”
“I know. I’m sorry about that.”
“No problem. I saw the pictures of you and Cross at the beach. I don’t blame you for not calling back. We do need to get together, though, and nail down some details.”