traced my gaze. “Friend of yours?”
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“That’s Daniel?”
“Apparently.”
“With—”
“Yes.”
Michael absorbed the scene. “I see.”
Rachel was watching us too. We had met once six weeks earlier outside Lily’s apartment, where Daniel had been returning a storage container. Rachel had waited in his car, then deliberately stepped out when I approached, positioning herself beside him. He’d introduced her with, “This is Rachel.”
My only response had been, “I know.”
Here at the hotel, she looked between Michael and me with an inquisitive smile that contained little friendliness. BookHotels
“Who is that?” she asked.
Daniel replied too quickly. “No idea.”
While she squeezed his hand, he continued staring at me. Then he turned to her: “Do you know him?”
Rachel stopped in her tracks as the sliding doors closed behind them. “Why would I know who your wife is talking to?”
“I was just asking.”
