Chapter 43

Alan found the one he needed. As he started to open the door, he heard someone on the other side say quietly, “When can we stop this charade.”

The second man replied, “Soon. It wouldn’t be right for me to stop mourning too soon. I have to keep up appearances.”

“It’s been a month, damn it. I’m tired of sneaking around. We did enough of that before Neil died.”

There was a long silence, punctuated by a low groan of need—if Alan was reading things correctly. Carefully, he eased the door closed before walking down the hallway to the back entrance of the restaurant, in order to avoid the men when they left the men’s room.

“Going out for a smoke?” Deanna asked cheerfully from behind him.

“Umm, no. Just fresh air.” Alan opened the door then grimaced. “Not that I’ll find any back here.”