7
JOHNNY PULLED INTO a parking place in front of the restaurant and waved to Lance and Maude, who were already standing in front of the little stone cottage. Maude had called him yesterday, saying that she and her husband had spoken, and she wanted to see the restaurant right away.
“Good morning,” Johnny said, kissing her on the cheek. Maude looked lovely in a white silk pantsuit and a broad-brimmed hat. He turned to Lance and said, “Thanks for bringing Maude this morning. I had an emergency with Scarlett.”
“And a good morning to you, my—what was it?—my Latin lover boy toy. Yes, I think that was it.” Maude patted Johnny’s muscular arm.
Lance chuckled. “Look, Maude, I think I see paparazzi.” Joking, he pointed across the street.
“Why do think I wore this giant hat?”
“To hide?”
“No, f
