You booked this hotel after you found out she would be here?”
“No.”
The answer was immediate, unconvincing.
“Daniel.”
“We talked about taking a weekend away.”
“Not here.”
“We talked about Columbus.”
“We live in Columbus.”
Michael lowered his eyes, and I nearly smiled. Rachel pressed on.
“You told me the conference hotel was booked.”
His silence was enough. “There is no conference.”
“Rachel.”
“You said your vendor meeting was here Friday.”
“It got moved.”
“When?”
He couldn’t answer. Rachel laughed weakly, no longer looking triumphant. I recognized that exposed,
