The Gramercy Tavern was busy for a Sunday afternoon—the kind of upscale-casual restaurant where power lunches happened over artisanal cocktails and farm-to-table cuisine. Emma spotted Dominic Kane immediately, sitting at a corner table with perfect sightlines to the entire room.
He was alone. No Victoria in sight.
"This feels wrong," Alexander muttered, his hand tight on Emma's back as they approached. They'd debated all morning about whether to come at all, whether bringing Alexander defeated the purpose of Kane's "come alone" instruction, whether this was just another elaborate trap.
In the end, they'd decided: together. Always together.
Kane looked up as they approached, and his smile was knowing. "Mrs. Sterling. And Alexander. I said alone, but I suppose I should have expected you wouldn't follow instructions."
