Her blond hair still looked the same, some sort of angled, stylish cut that would look at home in any big city, but her face looked younger without the sunglasses. In fact, Gabe was a little surprised at how young she looked. He’d placed Lauren somewhere around forty, but Veronica looked more like twenty now that he could see her wide blue eyes and round cheeks. She bit her lip and her worried gaze swept the room as if she were lost.
Shit. Gabe glanced toward the door, but Lauren was nowhere to be seen. Veronica crossed her arms and stared at the door as if her only hope had disappeared. Gabe excused himself from the table and wound his way through the crowd.
She was still frowning toward the doorway and didn’t notice him until he stopped in front of her. “Jesus!” she gasped, slapping a hand to her chest.
“Sorry,” Gabe said. “I didn’t mean to startle you. Lauren got a phone call. She should be back any second.”
“Oh. Okay.” She crossed her arms again and stepped farther back into the hallway, then raised a thumb to her mouth to chew at the nail. He noticed that despite her smoky eye makeup and glossy lips, her nails were bare and cut short.
“Is there something I can do for you?” he asked.
When she finally gave up her vigil and looked right at him, Gabe was a little shocked by the vivid blue of her eyes. But he was the only one who felt that jolt, apparently, because her frown was decidedly suspicious.
“I’m Gabe,” he offered. “We met today at the library.”
“I remember,” she said.
“Is something wrong?” Gabe asked. “Do you want me to grab Lauren for you? She’s probably right outside.”
She sighed and shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I just need a drink, and I was hoping not to mingle.” She waved toward the bar, and Gabe winced at the casual gesture. She really was a bit of a diva. Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t be a gentleman.
“I’m happy to grab something for you. What do you drink?”
He expected a complicated order, but she shrugged. “I don’t know. Just a cosmo, I guess?”
It came out as a question, but he nodded. “A cosmo. You got it. I’ll be right back.”
“Could you bring it to the office? I have to go through these questions. And I really need a drink.”
He headed toward the bar, deciding he’d need a drink to get through this evening, too. Just as he got the bartender’s attention and ordered a beer and a cosmo, a loud, friendly voice rang out over the PA system.
“Hello, locals!” the warm voice called.
He turned and was shocked to see that it was Veronica, holding a microphone, her arm draped over the big blue vase.
“I’m Dear Veronica, in the flesh!”
The crowd cheered and hooted as she laughed. Her face looked transformed again. Neither cool and haughty nor young and uncertain, her round face now held a friendly, open warmth and a wide smile.
She waved at the whole crowd. “It’s great to finally meet you in person!”
That was a lie. She hadn’t even wanted to step out of the hallway. Gabe shook his head and turned back to pay the bartender.
“I hope everyone has their questions in,” she continued, “because I’m ready to judge all of you.”
A moan swept through the crowd, and she laughed over it. “That was only a joke. I’m here to help, of course. So I’m going to steal all of your secrets...” Gabe glanced over his shoulder to see her scoop up the vase. A young woman darted up and dropped one last piece of paper in.
“Ooooh!” Veronica called. “You look like trouble!”
The whole place clapped as the laughing woman’s face went scarlet.
“Okay,” Veronica continued, “I’ll be back to answer your most burning questions in a few minutes. In the meantime, I’m told the martini of the night is called Your Favorite Mistake, which is about as appropriate as it gets, so drink up!”
A cheer went up as she waved again before disappearing into the hallway. Gabe sighed and collected the drinks to follow her.
By the time he’d picked his way through the crowded room, the hallway was empty. He passed two bathrooms and a door to the kitchen before he came upon a closed door marked Employees Only. Holding the beer between his elbow and his chest, he managed the knob and the door swung open.
He’d expected to find that crowd-pleasing Veronica again, but the woman seated at the desk before a pile of folded notes was pale and chewing on her lip.