She blinked in shock as she tried to remember the last time Akiva’s mother had visited them, and drew up blank
Akiva hadn’t realized how much he missed luxury eating until he was inside Smoke & Embers and he found himself letting out a breath. Had he been holding that breath for six months?
He nodded at the host.
“Meeting Mr. Frankel?” The man gave a slight bow and motioned for Akiva to follow him.
Menashe was sitting in a private booth, nursing a very red cocktail.
“That is not neat scotch,” Akiva said by way of hello.
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