A West Wing Dinner
Fun lil' chapter that may surprise you. Not much revealed...AS USUAL! For those of you dying to know the truth...it's coming...promise. Enjoy :-)
"Now Abbey—tell me this isn't something."
"Oh, it's something alright. But it certainly isn't something I want to be eating right now."
Jed scowled as he scooped another helping of garden salad onto his plate.
"A West Wing Dinner is a special treat, love."
"A special treat would have been heading down to Lolipaut's for dinner like we planned. If you'll remember correctly."
"Yes, my love…well…circumstances have changed."
"Hmm."
They sat in silence for a few more minutes. Jed eyed Abbey's wineglass with marked precision. She hadn't yet taken a sip.
"Abbey, love, you haven't touched your wine."
"Well, that, Jed, is for a simple reason. Firstly, one doesn't touch wine with one's fingers at all. And secondly, if you are referring to the fact that I have not taken a sip yet, it is because I don't drink merlot. Which you well know."
"Of course…let me get you something else…a Chardonnay perhaps?"
"Yes please. And I want a good year, not some crummy one."
Jed exited to the minibar in the corner of the room. He picked out the best year he had, poured a full glass, and dropped a small blue tablet from his pocket in. It dissolved instantly, and Abbey would never realize what she was drinking.
Within minutes, Abbey was falling asleep, so Jed led her to bed, tucked her in, and shut the lamp. Then he picked up the phone and spoke quickly, "I'm ready." With these words, he hung up, and headed for the door.
