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Cameron gave him a sympathetic look. “You don’t need to explain a damned thing. He does it all the time. I used to.”
“But I don’t,” insisted Grant. “Well, not much.”
Cameron laughed. “This wasn’t supposed to be an inquisition about how the two of you met; it was more curiosity about where you go from here.”
Grant eyed him warily. “Nowhere. We’re working together. That’s it.”
“That’s all you want it to be?”
“That’s all it can be. We’re working together, and she just wants to pretend like it never happened.”
“Thank God!” said Antonio.
Cameron held Grant’s gaze for a moment. It seemed he was a little more perceptive than Antonio, but to Grant’s relief, he didn’t push it.
He was grateful when the waiter arrived to take their order. By the time he’d gone, the subject of Chelsea had been left behind. Not completely, the conversation turned to what he was doing at Zosca, but at least the matter of what he’d done with Chelsea had been shelved.
“Are you going to be able to turn it around?” asked Antonio.
“That’ll depend on whether she wants it turning,” said Grant with a smile.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean she’s running it very well; it’s just that she’s heading in a different direction.”
Antonio nodded thoughtfully. “If she were running a little boutique style winery, I’d agree with you.”
“I think that’s exactly what she’s going to end up doing,” said Cameron.
Antonio looked puzzled. “And Uncle Cole’s good with that?”
Cameron laughed. “He’s going to have to be, one way or another.”
They stopped talking as a woman approached the table. Antonio got to his feet with a smile and excused himself. It seemed he wanted to get to her before she got to them.
Cameron shook his head. “I won’t be surprised if that’s the last we see of him tonight.”
“Me neither.” Grant wouldn’t mind at all if Antonio disappeared with the brunette.
He came back to the table with a smile. “Would you guys mind if I …?”
“Not at all. Have fun.”
Grant met Cameron’s gaze. Now it was just the two of them, he wondered if Cameron was going to have anything more to say about Chelsea.
“Don’t worry. I meant what I said. Chelsea’s a strong, independent woman. What she does is her business, and what you do is yours.”
“Thanks.”
Cameron gave him that weird smile again. “And since it’s going to be just the two of us for dinner, I’d much rather talk business, business. What do you think? Can I pick your brains about a couple of things?”
“Yes. I’d much rather go down that path, too. What are you thinking about?”
~ ~ ~
Chelsea wandered into the break room for more coffee. It was almost seven, and she’d been here for two hours already. She liked to come in early on Monday morning and get a handle on the week ahead.
“Good morning.”
