“I thought we’d have dinner at Gilded,” Lana said. “I called ahead and made a reservation for a quiet booth.”
“That sounds great,” I said. “I love their steak tartare.” I wanted to bring up the scene Lana had witnessed at my office. But explaining it away would involve more lying.
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