“My sister’s the manager,” he explained as the hostess led them to a table.
“Your usual drink, Scott?”
“Not tonight. I’ll have iced tea.”
“Not a rum runner or something more interesting?” The hostess probed.
“Thanks, no. Still gotta drive home.” He flashed a winning smile.
The hostess sashayed off, swinging her hips. Scott watched her until Nessa nudged him, clearing her throat.
“Friend of yours?”
“Used to be. Okay, still on occasion. A beneficial friend,” he clarified.
“Got that. My keen observation sense.” She tapped the corner of her right eye.
“We gonna rehash that old dog?”
“Which old dog?”
“That argument where you tell me what a man slut I am? Cause that got old the first sixty times. I don’t think I can sit through it again.”
“You can do what you want.”
“Why didn’t you feel like that before?”
“We were dating then.”
Walt frowned, pursing his lips. “Cheap shot, Ness.”
“And what you’re doing isn’t?”
“When we were dating did I ever look at another woman? You’d love it if I’d been unfaithful, then you’d be able justify leaving me.”
“Here we go,” the waitress said cheerfully. “Dinner is served! Can I get you anything else?”
“We’re good,” Scott said. “Thanks.”
She strutted off again and he made a point of watching her just to irk Vanessa.
“How’d you like it if I started ogling some guy while I’m with you?”
“When you can find one better built than me, go ahead.”
“But you liked that arrogant prick, Ness. As I recall, you found it quite satisfying.”
“I think we’d better drop this subject too.”
“But we’re finding out what we have in common, a messed up love life.”
They changed the subject to anything but love and crime.