“Hey.”
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Looking for Rosie,” I answered.
“Jesus, Indy.”
“He’s my friend and he’s my employee and you haven’t been shot at and kidnapped.”
“Leave it to me.” He sounded kind of bossy.
“Not at the current price, no.” I sounded kind of huffy.
“All right, then this is no cost.”
I felt a wave of relief sweep through me, followed closely by a wave of despair.
I pushed down the despair.
“Good, so I don’t have to sleep with you?”
Ally’s eyebrows went up.
“No, you’re gonna sleep with me, just not as payment for finding Rosie.”
“Lee –”
“Go back to Fortnum’s. I’ll be at your house at seven to take you to dinner.”
I harrumphed.
Then I asked, mainly out of curiosity because there was no way I was going to dinner with Lee, that might mean inebriation, or kissing, or something else that would take my mind off my plan and that couldn’t happen, “Where’re we going?”
“Barolo Grill.”
For a second, I forgot about my vow to avoid all things Lee.
“Oh. My. God! How did you know? I love it there!”
“Honey, you demand your family birthday dinners are there every year. It’s not hard to figure out you love it.”
Then he disconnected.
Something about his calling me “honey” and processing my desired birthday destination made my stomach flip over in a happy way.
“What’s this about not sleeping with Lee?” Ally asked.
I stared at Grizzly then looked in my rearview mirror. Matt was taking a call and shaking his head.
“You know how I’m saying Lee and I are taking it slow?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I’m taking it slow, Lee wants things to go a little faster.”
“I see.” Ally was grinning.
“What’s with the grin?” I demanded.