Julian appeared before Francesca, his dark eyes fathomless. “What brings you here?”

Francesca lifted her briefcase, her tone as light as the gesture. “Not a date.”

His glance deepened, less inquiry now, more intent. He extended an invitation in his imperious way: “Join us—have a little more to eat.”

Francesca met it with nothing close to warmth, nor generosity.

She didn’t even spare Samantha a glance, her voice languid, ...