When Zachary Redgrave heard Hannah Hale call the woman Dr. Neal, it dawned on him. So, Naomi Neal was the culprit from last time—the one who'd been getting cozy with Aiden Shaw in the break room and upset that poor girl so much she developed acute gastroenteritis.
'I swear on my life I'm tearing you down tonight.'
"Why don't we all share a table? The more, the merrier."
Zachary Redgrave suggested gleefully.
Aiden Shaw looked at Laura Lowell, his voice warm and gentle. "I happen to have a friend I want you to meet. Let's sit together."
"Sure."
Laura Lowell nodded, a smile touching her dimples.
Unseen by the others, a fleeting shadow of gloom passed over Naomi Neal's exquisitely made-up face.
Pushing open the door to the private room, they found Caleb Cross standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, on the phone. Hearing their footsteps, he said a few brief words and hung up.
