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“That—that sounds nice. What will you do now? Business-wise?”
“I have a few ideas.”
“Like?”
“The restaurant business. Maybe the wine business. Or maybe even the luxury hotel business.”
I gave a slight nod. “Those all sound like good ideas.”
“I love food, wine, and luxury, so it makes sense. I don’t love paying taxes…but that’s how it goes.”
I gave a slight smile. “I’d love to help you…if you’re willing.”
His eyes took in my face. “I’d love that.”
After a moment, his phone started to vibrate again. I could hear it in his pocket.
“Cauldron, who’s trying to get a hold of you?”
He released a sigh of irritation. “Grave is blowing up my phone. I’ll deal with him after dinner.”
“Maybe it’s important.”
“He can wait.”
“Cauldron, it’s fine, really.”
He gave another sigh before he reached for his phone to read the messages. But before he could, it started to ring. Cauldron answered. “Can we talk later? I’m at dinner with Camille. At Le Livia. Why?” He gave an irritated sigh then hung up.
“I’m guessing Grave is joining us.”
“Yes.” He stuffed his phone into the pocket inside his jacket. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. Must be important.”
“Not so important that it can’t wait.” He took a few bites of his food, but his appetite seemed to have been extinguished.
“I have to get going soon anyway…”
He stiffened slightly but didn’t question me.
“Bartholomew wants me to help him with something.”
Cauldron didn’t say a word. Probably because he knew he would scream if he did.
“How will that work?” I asked. “You know, if I moved back home…”
He was quiet for a long time, like he needed time to resolve his anger. “If he gives you a day’s notice, you could always take my plane to Paris. I could accompany you as well.”
“Did he say how long he needs me?”
His eyes looked enraged. “No.”
I could see this was killing him. “I’ll talk to him and see if we can work something out.”
Cauldron said nothing more on the subject, like he just wanted to drop it.
A couple minutes later, Grave entered the restaurant and carried his own chair to our table.
