on her wine glass. “Nathan should try for Craig’s job. He’d be perfect for it. ”
“That would be great,” Laurel agreed. If Nathan replaced Craig, he might hire Wes back. “I’ll keep my fingers crossed for him.”
As she waited for the maid to retrieve her coat, Laurel felt a hand on her elbow. She turned to see Jim smiling at her. The smudge on his jacket was now ringed with a dark watermark. “You look like you’re about to leave,” he said. “Do you need a ride?”
She blushed. “I have my car.”
Without thinking, she brushed the spot on his jacket. “You really should let me have that cleaned,” she said.
“I need it tonight. Give me your phone number, and you can have it tomorrow. On condition that I buy you lunch.”
“I’m married,” she stammered. She felt her face turn red.
“I noticed.” He reached into his pocket and handed her his business card. “If you change your mind, give me a call.” He tapped his brow in a half-salute, ambled over to kiss Zora’s cheek and left.
Laurel fingered his card. Would she dare call? And if she did, what did she expect? Lunch? An affair? An insurance policy?
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