He hoped that Lila hadn't tasted the alcohol on his breath, throught the mints he'd taken before entering the house, when they shared a soft kiss, andonce again, with the bright red dress, and how it formed to her womanly body, how beautiful she was. Although the coldness had softened between them, and as their lips met, he thought to himself that it was going to be alright. This …show more content…
When they walked in, he smiled, and placed his arm around her waist, not minding at all, the admiring glances she attracted. After all, she was his. Not so much Tom, who's dark gray suit had crumpled a little, and the lilal tie that accompanied his light blue shirt had come unknotted. No matter how hard the man tired, or times his clothes were pressed and ironed, the creases seemed to betray him the second they were adorned, but he'd caught a glance in the mirror and still thought he looked pretty good. At least he'd made an …show more content…
Prawns for appetizer, and a rib-eye, rare, for main, as he did every time they dined out. His mind was half on the wrapped gold pendant he had in his pocket, contemplating the best time to present it to Lila, and he completely missed any reaction as Mark Dubois, fingered the remote in his pocket, and switched to vibration to low. He allowed that for a mere second or two, on the slighest setting, before moving his gaze away from the Detective and his wife, back to his companion, who provided him cover.
As they spoke at the bar, he maintained one eye on the table, and attempted to keep the smile from his face, as he toyed with the control a couple of times, briefly switching it on, then just as swiftly off, to tease the woman who sat with her husband, and to allow her no doubt that she was not in control of the