Chapter 5

Tomorrow works for me,he wrote. How about 12:30 at the Bistro? I have a client I need to meet in the morning, but you can have my undivided attention the rest of the day.

Worked for me.

I didn’t say anything to Pete—at least, not yet. I didn’t want to get his hopes up only to dash them if Bryan wouldn’t play by my rules. I drove downtown and arrived at the Bistro early, snagging a small table by the window so I could watch people passing on the street. I saw Bryan as he turned the corner, ruggedly handsome in a tan blazer and dark blue shirt. The first few buttons were undone, and I saw a hint of chest hair a shade lighter than what was on top of his head. As he walked, his pleated pants pulled taut across lithe thighs. He saw me and waved, his smile showing even, white teeth.

Yes, he’d do quite nicely.