Brett stabbed his fork into a slice of his steak.
"Prove it."
* * *
The Bentley was waiting at the curb when I stepped out of the restaurant.
Angus climbed out and opened the rear door for me.
"How did you know where I was?" I asked, unsettled by his unexpected appearance.
His answer was to smile kindly and touch the brim of his chauffeur's hat.
"This is creepy, Angus," I complained as I slid into the backseat.
"I don't disagree, Miss Tramell.
I'm just doing my job."
I texted Cary on the ride back to the Crossfire: Had lunch with Brett.
He wants another chance w/me.
Cary replied, When it rains it pours .
Whole day = royally f**ked, I typed.
I want a do- over.
My phone rang.
It was Cary.
"Baby girl," he drawled.
"I want to sympathize, I do, but the love triangle thing is just too delicious.
The determined rock star and the possessive billionaire.
Rawr."
"Oh God.
Hanging up now."
"See you tonight?" "Yes.
Please don't make me regret it."
I hung up to the sound of his laughter, secretly thrilled to hear him sounding so happy.
Trey's visit must have worked wonders.
Angus dropped me off at the curb in front of the Crossfire, and I hurried out of the heat into the cool lobby.
I managed to catch an open elevator just before the doors closed.
There were a half dozen other people in the car with me, forming two groups that chatted among themselves.