The Dollhouse - Fiona Davis Page 0,76

left Rose wanting more.

“Delicious doesn’t come close to describing this.”

“Agreed,” said Steven. “It’s a complete crime this guy Buckley was never recognized for his genius.”

“Any idea how we might find out more about him?”

“I think I do, actually. Jason knows I’m a pretty major food history geek, and as far as I understand it, the spice trade in New York City was handled by a single person back in the fifties—a man named Benny Kalai. He was originally from Jakarta, but had a storefront in Chinatown and a warehouse in Brooklyn, on the docks. All spices came through him.”

Jason looked at Rose and smiled. “Told you it wasn’t a waste of time.”

She ignored his ribbing and smiled at Steven. “Thank you for letting us stop by.”

“Oh, I can do more than that. Table for two coming right up.” He waved at a passing waiter.

“No, we shouldn’t.” The thought of sitting across from Jason for a fancy dinner unnerved her.

“Are you really refusing a chef who just received three stars in The New York Times?” asked Jason.

Her stomach growled from hunger after the small bite of mango. “You’ve got a point.”

They were seated in a far corner of the restaurant, away from the hubbub of the bar and kitchen, and Jason ordered a bottle of white wine.

“Are you planning on expensing this? I have to warn you, Tyler will not be pleased.”

“Don’t worry. Steven owes me. He would’ve never passed physics if it weren’t for me. We won’t be paying a cent for this meal.”

“Good to have friends in high places.” She sipped the wine, letting the citrus and tannins mingle in her mouth before swallowing. Jason was staring at her. “What?”

“Nothing.” He held up his glass. “Here’s to Darby McLaughlin and Sam Buckley, wherever they may be.”

They clinked glasses and devoured the first course of squid with a hint of lime.

She racked her brain for something to talk about. “Tell me about growing up in New Paltz.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“I’m not. As a city girl born and bred, I picture upstate as Norman Rockwell territory.”

“Far from it. Couldn’t wait to get out. That changed when my mother got ill and I went back to take care of her. Luckily, she wasn’t in too much pain and, at the end, passed quickly. Not the type of lady to linger.”

“I’m sorry, that must’ve been very difficult.” She had no doubt her father would have expressed a similar sentiment about his own decline, if he were able to.

“What about your mother?” Jason asked.

“She disappeared when I was young. We heard she died years later from a drug overdose. My father didn’t like to talk about it.” The vagueness of her mother’s history unsettled her, as always. Normally, she told people that her mother died when she was young and left it at that, but for some reason, Jason’s story brought out the truth. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair. “What do you think of this Benny Kalai idea? I figure I’ll do some digging and find out what I can about him.”

“There’s no way he’s still alive.”

“True, but maybe we can get some color around what Sam was up to back in the day.”

Jason was looking at her closely; his eyes were very blue. She was struck by how masculine he was. More than Griff, who had the crisply polished appearance of Manhattan’s one percent. Jason was rougher than that. And his speaking voice was rough as well. His quiet confidence appealed to her.

The dinner was more entertaining than Rose had expected. They both knew many of the same journalists, and Jason’s travels around the world were astonishing in scope and detail. By the time they’d finished their dessert, they’d also finished off several glasses of wine and Rose swayed slightly as they fought their way through the crowds and out to the street.

“That was quite a surprise,” she said. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” He stood facing her, unmoving.

“I should head home.”

“Share a cab?”

Once again, the driver was the kind who liked to race to the next red light at great speed, then jam on the breaks. “Why is it we attract the daredevils?” Jason murmured.

The driver took a turn onto Park Avenue with no warning, sending Rose careening into Jason’s side.

She laughed and righted herself. “Sorry about that.”

The driver swerved into a different lane and they banged shoulders once again, but this time she stayed where she was. She liked the sensation of his muscled arm against hers. He took her hand in his.