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He took her hand in his then gave it a squeeze. “You got it.”
Harper was in no way prepared for this. Of course, he’d read everything they had on both Daar and Cassim Suleiman, but he hadn’t studied it like he had Robin. He’d thought he had time. At this point, it felt as though he hadn’t done a single bit of prep work.
Together Harper and Robin stepped past the leather booth and into the restaurant proper.
Daar stood in an alcove big enough to fit a circular table. White, gauzy curtains were pulled back but could be released to create a truly private dining experience.
The man turned and waved to Harper and Robin.
And here their biggest worry was that they’d get all their information through Robin. Harper was about to sit down with their target for a meal.
How did this happen?
It still seemed too coincidental to be real, but maybe it was past time for them to get a break. He also wouldn’t put it past Zora to have some inside information she hadn’t shared with him. In fact, that was classic Zora.
Damn this job.
“Mr. Gonzalez and your daughter are joining us,” Daar said as Harper reached the table.
“Mr. Gonzalez?” Cassim Suleiman looked much like his older brother, only with some added weight and less hair.
Harper was quick to offer his hand to Robin’s father. “Mr. Suleiman, a pleasure.”
Cassim blinked several times at Harper.
Daar elbowed his brother.
“Yes! Yes, a pleasure.” Cassim quickly shook Harper’s hand before his gaze slid to Robin. “Excuse me. I’m not accustomed to my daughter introducing men.”
“We only met yesterday,” Harper said.
Daar lowered into the seat next to his brother. “Not to split hairs, but I introduced him.”
“I see,” Cassim said with a slow nod. That distinction seemed to appease Cassim. He glanced over his shoulder at his wife, Robin’s stepmother, then back at Harper. “You helped with the dogs. That’s you? Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure.”
Cassim waved at the table. “Sit. Sit!”
There was more than enough room for both Harper and Robin to slid into vacant seats across from the other three.
Shit.
Would the mic be able to pick up the conversation? They’d planned for an intimate dinner, not a family affair.
Harper’s hands grew sweaty, and he prayed Robin didn’t notice.
Cassim glanced at his wife while turning his body toward Daar. Cassim spouted off in Arabic, “Please don’t tell me she’s pregnant.”
Harper swallowed slowly.
Cassim had no idea that Harper could understand him.
Daar ignored his brother’s words and instead focused on Harper. “Mr. Gonzalez—”
“Harper, please, sir?”
Daar inclined his head. “What is it you do?”
