Chapter 87
The next day, Casey and I flew back to Nashville. She was much more relaxed this time, knowing what to expect. Over the next few days, I threw myself into my work, trying to make sense of it all. Frank had been busy and I hadn't been able to talk to him about Casey yet, but he had invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday. Frank said it was at Roxanne's insistence, saying that we hadn't had time to catch up lately. I smiled at the thought of Frank's wife. She was a real sweetheart.
I let out a deep sigh. The more I thought of maybe having seen Logan, the more I was convinced that I was going crazy. But the image of him at the party and then the glimpse of him on the television kept running through my mind like a bad movie on continuous loop. Was Logan really alive, or was I just seeing things? A part of me wanted answers, but a part of me didn't. If he was really alive, then why did he lead me to believe that he was dead all this time?
I pushed the thought aside as I pulled out my legal pad and looked over my notes, preparing for my next client. He wasn't coming for a few hours, though, so I had plenty of time to prepare. It was only ten o'clock in the morning. Shit! This day was already dragging by.
Without warning, there was a knock on the door. "Come in, Mrs. Farrow," I said without looking up from my notes.
"It's not Mrs. Farrow," Craig Savage said, sticking his face in the door. "Got a minute?" He hadn't aged a day over the years. His blond hair was still coiffed into his trademark artful disarray, and he still looked great in his power suits. Very rarely had I ever seen him in casual clothes.
I forced a smile as I motioned him in. "Sure! We've been friends for too long not to." He walked in and unbuttoned his light gray suit. I stood up and crossed the room and gave him air kisses over both cheeks. "It's good to see you again. Please, sit down. To what do I owe this honor?" It seemed like ages since I had seen him, although it had only been just a few weeks.
Craig looked at the chair that I indicated, but remained standing. "Want to go to lunch? We need to talk."
My eyebrows pulled together in concern. "We can talk here. What's wrong?"
He shook his head. "No, really," he said as he stepped around my desk and held my hands. "Please, let me take you to lunch and we'll talk then."
I bit my lip, but nodded reluctantly. "If you insist."
He nodded, forcing a smile. "I do."
"Well, then, I always have time for an old friend." I walked around my desk and absently closed my notebook. "Let me get my things," I said as I grabbed my calf-length red coat and black scarf that my mother had made for me. I smiled as I slipped it around my neck. The November air was cold outside, and would only get colder.
Craig held the door open for me when I walked out, my high heels hitting loudly against the tiled floor.
"Mrs. Farrow?" I said, catching her attention. She was sitting behind her desk and looked at me over her glasses. She saw Craig and suppressed a smile. I shook my head slightly, but from the look on her face, she wasn't buying it. "I'm going to lunch, but I'll be back before my next appointment."
"Yes, Ms. Collins," she said, and then looked at Craig. "It's good to see you again, Mr. Savage."
Craig smiled. "Likewise, Mrs. Farrow. I promise to have her back before her coach turns into a pumpkin."
She chuckled, and then her face suddenly sobered as she pulled off her glasses and pointed them at him. "See that you do."
I smiled and shook my head as we headed toward the elevator. "So, what's up?" I asked, absentmindedly slipping into my coat as he held it for me.
Craig hit the down button as he shook his head. "I'd rather wait until we get to Husk."
My eyes flew open wide. "Husk Restaurant? What's the occasion?" I had a bad feeling about this. Husk Restaurant was one of the best up-scale restaurants in Nashville, and oftentimes it was tough to get a reservation. He must have put in the reservation weeks ago, or pulled in a favor. I was afraid to ask which.
On the sidewalk, Craig motioned toward a limo and it pulled up.
"Who are we meeting with today that we have to impress?" I asked as I slid into the back of the limousine.
He laughed as he slid in beside me. His leg brushed mine, so I slid away just a bit. "No; it's just us."
Maybe he had landed a big contract and wanted to celebrate. Whatever it was, he had pulled out all the stops. Watching the scenery pass by, I contemplated his motives. But I quickly swept it from my mind. We had been doing business together for years now.
When we pulled up in front of the restaurant, a valet opened my door and held out his hand. Suddenly, I wished that I had dressed a bit better and not in my red business dress suit. When I walked around the limo, Craig extended his arm as my heart fell into the pit of my stomach. But I smiled as I took it, and then let him escort me inside.
"I love it here," I said as butterflies danced in my stomach, wondering what was going on as I looked around the room for a clue. "It's been a while since I've been here."
Craig smiled and gently patted my arm as we approached the ma?tre d'. "Neither have I."
He gave his name, and we were escorted to a private table. No one was waiting for us, so it wasn't an important client of Craig's.
