"We don't have to stay. And we've wasted so much time already. Helen would be worried." I whispered, not sure if it was more for him or for me. People would know who I was. They'd know either because of my father and the scores of photos of the family after his death in the local paper or because of Abel's affluence.
"We won't waste much time, but we'll stay. I want us to stay."
I nodded, and let him scoot back one of the chairs. He waited for me to be seated comfortably, before he took the chair directly opposite. I noted how he'd smartly selected the seat which would give him a pretty good view of everything that was going on in the Café, most especially the customers trooping in and out. It was a subtle reminder of who he was. Who I was. The amount of power he possessed.
A tall, lanky waiter sauntered out from the kitchen to clear and wipe the table.
"You're sure you'll like just lemonade, Lana?" Abel asked me. I nodded, drumming my fingers silently against my thighs.
