The first course came—salads for everyone—and she pushed the lettuce around her plate, taking small bites only when she felt Sean's eyes on her. As the men ate, they began to talk about politics and the latest news in the business world. Bored, she zoned out, stealing occasional glances at them all.
Both Brad and Leydon looked to be about Sean's age, and they both spoke with posh accents. If they knew Sean, she figured they must come from wealthy families too. She scanned her memories, trying to think of anything Sean may have said about them, but she couldn't think of a single thing. She couldn't even remember meeting Brad on the wedding day—she'd been too focused on her escape plan.
"Leydon, where's Clara?" Sean asked. "It's strange to see you without her."
Leydon scowled and shrugged, "She's filming somewhere on the continent right now."
"All by herself?" Brad asked, an exaggerated leer on his face.
