“Good evening, Zee,” I said.

Her cheeks pinked. “Hello, Mr. Wolfe.”

“Reid.”

She nodded and then cleared her throat. “Reid, you remember my friend Maureen. Mo.”

“Nice to see you.” I took the hand Maureen held out.

She blushed and smiled with mega wattage. “My pleasure, Mr. Wolfe.”

This time I cleared my throat. “Reid. Mr. Wolfe is that bastard who died.”

Maureen’s eyes widened a bit. Had my words been too crass? Probably. Within seconds, though, she was back to smiling.

Zee looked down at her feet. “I invited Mo to come to dinner with us.”

Fuck. Really? How was I supposed to seduce the woman when she had a friend tag along? I could tell her our reservation was for two—truth—but as a Wolfe, I could change that easily with no problem at all.

I forced myself to smile. “How nice. I’m sure she’ll be a lovely addition.”

Mo’s smile dazzled at my words, and her cheeks blushed further. “I’m so glad you feel that way. I didn’t want to be a third wheel.”

“Of course not.” Except that you are, but no matter. I’ve seduced women in the middle of crowds before. This wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.

“Where are we dining?” Mo asked.

“Here,” I said, “at the Mosaic.”

Four eyes widened at me. Yeah, the Mosaic was posh and expensive.

“I’ve never been there,” Mo gushed.

“Have you, Zee?” I asked.

“No.” She didn’t meet my gaze.

“Then you ladies are in for a treat. Please…” I held out both of my arms.

Mo linked her arm through mine right away. Zee was little more timid, but soon her hand rested on the inside of my elbow.

“It’s not often I get to escort the two most beautiful ladies in the show to dinner,” I said in my best Wolfe of Manhattan voice.

Mo giggled. Zee stayed silent.

The maitre d’ greeted us when we entered the restaurant. “Mr. Wolfe! So wonderful to have you with us tonight.”

I disentangled my arm from Mo’s and went for my wallet. I pulled out a hundred and handed it to the man. “We’re going to need a table for three instead of two.”

“Not a problem at all, Mr. Wolfe.” He slid the bill discreetly into his jacket pocket. “Right this way, sir.”

We followed him to the back of the restaurant where a private curved bench booth had been set for two. “Only a moment, and we’ll have another place setting for you.”

“Thank you,” I said. Then, “Ladies?”

Mo and Zee slid onto the curved bench. Nicely done. Now I could choose which one to sit next to, which, of course, was no choice at all.

I slid in adjacent to Zee.

The additional place setting appeared within about ten seconds, and then the sommelier arrived.