5
What’s going on?” Rebecca asked. “You look nervous as a cat with a new pit bull in town.”
“It was nothing.”
Rebecca buttoned her jacket as soon as they stepped outdoors. The fog was coming in, and she heard mournful foghorns out on the bay.
“Look, I’m sorry about that,” he said, standing close.
“It’s okay. I was about to leave, anyway.”
“So I noticed. Talking to those guys made me hungry,” Richie added, sliding his hands in his pockets against the cold. “Want to join me? My favorite late-night restaurant in Chinatown is open. The one we once went to. I could go for something simple. Maybe pork chow mein, a little beef won ton, and throw in hot, spicy, Szechuan chicken, a spring roll or two. How does that sound?”
Her all but meatless dinner salad left her unable to turn down decent
