So far, Brian realized, a whole day had passed without a peep out of Mary Ann about her lunch date with Burke Andrew. He had almost brought it up himself the night before, but something about her skittery, overpolite demeanor told him to leave well enough alone. If there was still something left between her and Burke, he didn't want to know about it.
This was paranoia, of course, but what could you do?

The sign in Costa's window said: TRY MY LESBIAN SAUCE ON FISH/LOBSTER. She hat laughed at that on their first night in town, pointing it out to Anna, and they had both been charmed by its naiveté. Naiveté, hell. Costa had served plenty of lowercase lesbians - plenty of city people in general - who must have registered amusement over the years. Certainly he had wised up by now, leaving it there only to get a rise out of tourists on the esplanade.