Hugo clears his throat. “If you’ll excuse me…”
The moment he steps away, Miles lets his hand fall away from my face. I glower at him. It’s clear he was only touching me to annoy Hugo.
“That wasn’t necessary,” I tell him.
Miles shrugs, nonchalant. “He didn’t need to be that close to you.”
Cynthia glances between the two of us. “I’ll go reclaim our table. Esther, come over whenever you are ready. No rush. Miles, you are welcome to join us as well.”
“Unfortunately, I am not here for pleasure,” Miles says, and looks off. Following the line of his vision, I see Hugo sitting in a back corner booth, mostly blocked from the rest of the bar. As I wonder what that could be about, two of the Harbinger board members come through the front door.
Cynthia doesn’t see what I see, or maybe rat
