Chapter Twelve
Elizabeth Anderson had no interest in destroying Friday night fun for a stupid meeting, and she had told her sister so earlier. Still, Dante’s was an expensive restaurant, the action at Tinsel Town, an adventurous club west of Chicago, didn’t start until ten and she wasn’t meeting anyone there tonight. She slid onto the booth bench by the picture window across from Kathryn. “What’s up Sis?”
“What’s up is our future, Liz.” Frank Miranda slid in beside her and deposited two flutes of aroma shedding Cabernet and a snifter of brandy near their fingers while displaying a rather ordinary bulge in his groin when his pants legs parted.
“Where’s Robin?” Kathryn asked as he slumped, pulled his knees together and then came to rest with a slight jerk. She seemed dressed for war.
“No
