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Elle’s eyes widened in surprise, because that had been the last thing she’d been expecting. However, it was an original concept that would do well in the area . . . and admittedly, Elle was intrigued by the entire notion. “That’s an amazing idea,” she said, meaning it.
“Thank you. I think so, too.” Tempest beamed. “Hunter and Maddux will be silent partners, but for the most part, this is going to be all mine to create from scratch.”
Elle was truly impressed.
“We’re heading back to the office to write up the offer and get it submitted this evening.” Penelope glanced curiously from Elle to Hunter, then back again, as if trying to figure out what had transpired between them. “You ready to go, Elle?”
“Actually, she’s coming to dinner with me,” Hunter said before Elle could reply. “Tempest and I drove separately, and I’m assuming by the one car that was here when we arrived that you and Elle came together, so it shouldn’t be an issue if Elle and I head out separately.”
Penelope grinned. “No problem here.”
They all headed back outside, and when Penelope and Tempest got into their individual cars and drove off, she figured she and Hunter would do the same. Except he hadn’t yet unlocked his car for her to get inside. Instead, he met her gaze and smiled.
“I’m pretty familiar with this area, and there’s a fantastic Italian restaurant within walking distance if that sounds good?”
“Sure.” Since her stomach was currently behaving, she’d keep her meal light. “Lead the way.”
Reaching out, he grabbed her hand in his and entwined their fingers as if they were a couple, and Elle had to remind themselves that they weren’t. But her body wasn’t listening to that memo. She suddenly felt carefree and happy and excited to be spending a few hours with him, and because she’d had so little of any of that in her life lately, she decided to enjoy the moment and the next hour or so in his company.
They headed down the street, passing other businesses on their way until they arrived at Giando on the Water, which was a fine-dining establishment and was already busy with a Friday-evening crowd. When they reached the hostess stand, Hunter dazzled the young girl behind the podium with a charismatic smile.
“Welcome to Giando on the Water,” Bianca—according to the name tag pinned on her blouse—greeted them. “Do you have reservations for dinner?”
Hunter shook his head. “No—”
“I’m very sorry, sir,” Bianca cut him off. “But right now it’s a two-hour wait unless you have a reservation.”
“I understand.” Hunter’s voice was smooth and courteous. “By chance, Is Franco, the manager, working this evening?”
The other girl’s eyes widened, as if realizing that Hunter might be someone important. “Yes, he is.” Bianca spoke into the small device attached to the collar of her blouse, that was also connected to an earpiece. “Franco, can you please come up to the podium? Someone is here to see you.”
A few minutes later, a good-looking man in a pristine black suit appeared, about the same age as Hunter, and as soon as the other man saw Hunter, a wide smile lit up his face.
“Wilder! It’s so good to see you. It’s been too long,” Franco said jovially as their handshake transitioned into one of those man hugs that was accompanied by a firm slap on the back.
“I was in the area and wanted to take my date to the best restaurant in the neighborhood,” Hunter said once they’d separated. “Unfortunately, I don’t have a reservation, but I was hoping you might have an extra table on the VIP level?”
“For you and your beautiful lady, absolutely.” Franco grinned at Elle. “I have the perfect table for the two of you. Follow me.”
They headed down a corridor away from the main dining area that led to an elevator, and once the three of them were inside and making their way up to the second level, Elle asked, “So, how do you two know each other?”
“We grew up in the same neighborhood in Brooklyn,” Franco said before Hunter could reply, though her question hadn’t been directed to either man in particular. “We went to the same high school, played on the same football teams, and I spent a lot of time at his house when I was a teenager, until his parents were . . .” He seemed to catch himself before revealing more than he’d intended. “Well, until they died.”
Elle glanced at Hunter’s face, but his expression gave nothing away. Until his parents were . . . what? She had no idea how his parents had passed, but Elle’s gut told her that something tragic must have happened.
“This way,” Franco said as soon as the double doors slid open.
The second level was much quieter and the atmosphere and setting more intimate, including the big, warm hand that Hunter settled at the small of her back as they trailed behind Franco. Instead of tables out in the open, the small room had a row of tall, private booths facing the windows and the river view beyond. Even though there were a few other guests already up in the VIP area, their conversation was buffered by the high circular partitions surrounding each individual setting.
“Here you go,” Franco finally said as they arrived at their booth, which was smaller than the others and clearly designed for just two people and equally private. The only people who would see them would be the waitstaff when they came around to serve them.
Elle scooted into the booth, and Hunter did the same, leaving a few inches between them, and before Franco left, he placed his hand on Hunter’s shoulder and regarded him solemnly.
“Hey, I heard about your brother getting shot last week,” the other man said, startling Elle with that bit of news. “I’m glad to hear he’s okay.”
“Thanks.” Hunter nodded at Franco. “Me, too.”
When Franco left their table and they were finally alone, Elle stared at Hunter incredulously. “Your brother was shot?”
