My Sister Hid Her Boyfriend Inside My Marketing Firm Until Her Dinner Party

the oak floor, drawing a brief look from a couple at a neighboring table. He stepped into the aisle, intercepting me three booths away from their table.

“Olivia,” Arthur said, his voice a low, vibrating whisper. “What are you doing here?”

He pulled his reading glasses from his face and began to clean them with the corner of his linen napkin, his fingers continue reading …