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will murder you.”
    She smiled and laughed, and then took a sip of her white wine.
    He smiled wider than he ever liked to display in public, and then brought his own glass up to his lips and tasted the exquisite Argentinian white. It was sweet, and as he swallowed it warmed his entire body. It had been a long, mentally taxing day, and he could not think of a better way to wash the dirt off his thoughts than with a swig of wine and the most beautiful companion Wolf had ever known.
    They locked eyes and stared at one another, and Wolf knew his ex-wife shared the same sentiments. They both knew something special was happening between them. For the first time since their divorce, years before that actually, they felt the spark between them again. And for the first time they were moving on from the past without looking back. It was more than a spark, Wolf thought, it was a warming fire that was ignited by the friction of their souls. Or something. Wolf checked himself and took another sip of wine.
    “How’s the new place?” Wolf asked.
    She nodded. “Good. Great. Jack seems to like it. I think he likes being away from my parents for the first time in years. And of course, I’m not there all day.” Sarah took a distracted sip of wine.
    Wolf squeezed her hand. “He’s doing all right.”
    She closed her eyes and nodded. “It’s just, he’s getting so … angry sometimes. And do you know what he told me when I said you and I was going out tonight? So ?” She frowned and shook her head. “ So ? What kind of response is that to us finally going out on a date? Something he’s been hounding me about for years straight?”
    Wolf shrugged. “Teenagers.”
    She exhaled. “Do you think he’s doing pot?”
    Wolf shook his head. “No.” He squeezed her hand and she looked up at him. “Hey, let’s just enjoy this dinner. Jack’s doing fine. I’ll see what’s bothering him this weekend. He probably just doesn’t …” Wolf let his sentence die. He was going to say, He probably just doesn’t want to get his hopes up too much , but that mirrored Wolf’s own thoughts too closely to voice out loud.
    “What?” She asked.
    “Nothing,” Wolf said with a smile. “Dinner. I could eat that horse I was riding on today.”
    Sarah lifted her bare foot and rubbed the inside of Wolf’s knee. The touch sent a tingling wave through Wolf’s body and he smiled again.
    “Salmon for the lady,” a voice said as the waiter materialized from thin air. He pushed the steaming plate in front of her.
    She leaned back with a reddening face, as if she’d been caught in the act by the waiter, and clasped her hands. “Thank you.”
    “And the filet.”
    Wolf watched a three-inch high cylinder of meat slide in front of him, and the steamy aroma of steak, garlic mashed potatoes and asparagus made his mouth flood.
    “Thank you,” he said.
    He paused when he looked up and saw a flicker of horror in Sarah’s eyes as she looked past Wolf.
    Turning to look over his shoulder and follow her gaze, he saw an elegantly dressed man waving at her from the bar at the front of the restaurant.
    Wolf looked back at Sarah and saw she had recovered. She was looking relaxed, waving now with a semi-annoyed looking gesture.
    She looked at Wolf and then her water glass, reached for it, and then decided to grab her knife and fork.
    “Who’s that?” Wolf asked.
    “A client.” There was no hesitation in her voice. “Geez, that looks good.” She gawked at Wolf’s plate.
    Wolf cut a sliver of meat and held it out to her.
    Ignoring the piece of filet mignon bobbing in front of her face, she looked into the distance once again. There was a small widening of her eyes. She put her knife and fork down and looked at her lap. Smoothed her napkin.
    Wolf took the bite and studied her, knowing the man was now on his way over. He cut and forked another piece, and then put it in his mouth.
    “Sarah.” The man stepped next to their table with an upturned palm thrust