Mab's breathing changed very very subtly, to slower deeper breaths as he touched her through her skirt, but it's the only visible sign that his touch is affecting. Oh it wasn't the only one, by any means, as her thighs parted slightly in invitation. But she ordered her meal, pasta with no meat, as cool as you please.

"Whatever indeed." And then a buzz came from her clutch. She produced her phone and her brows rose. "Excuse me, I have to take this." In an amazingly smooth motion, she dropped her free hand to her lap, brushed his hand off her and smoothed her skirt discreetly before rising from the table. She walked away from the table, talking brusquely into the phone. "...you speak with his lawyer?....and the terms are..."


Siobhan watched her daughter leave on a sigh. "The girl never seems to stop working these days."