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“You got it, boss. Oh, by the way, the incident tonight at their interview?—”
“I saw your text.”
“We should keep a close eye on Harlow. He threw the band under the bus tonight. Now, I don’t know if that was on Greg’s orders or his own decision, but the guys were upset, and rightly so. It nearly came to blows. Do you think he could have anything to do with this? I mean, on Greg’s orders, as some kind of payback for their contract feud?”
“Off the record, I wouldn’t put anything past Greg, and he always has someone else do his dirty work. But I think it’s unlikely. Still, let’s have the team keep an extra close eye on Harlow, just in case.”
“Done.” I sighed, running an agitated hand through my hair. “I know we’re employed by Bandit, but if the company is doing anything to fuck with Iain?—”
“Holloway is in good hands. Go with your instinct. I’ll back you up.”
“Thanks, Regan.”
“Enjoy your dinner. We’ll talk tomorrow at the rehearsal.”
By the time I got back to the table, the steaks had arrived, and everyone was enjoying their meal. I sat down and dug in,ignoring Iain’s inquisitive stare that I could feel from all the way across the room.
I’d barely started to eat when the chef himself, a man named Didier Laurent, appeared in his white uniform. He talked to the band, asking how they were enjoying the meal and, of course, gushed over them like a true fan.
Didier was a good-looking guy with dark hair, loads of tattoos down both arms, and a wicked grin. As he made his way down the table, he stopped beside me and pointed at my plate.
“You don’t enjoy the steak?” Didier asked.
“I just sat down a few minutes ago, so?—”
His grin was wide and welcoming. “Ah, thank God! I was starting to worry I’d lost my touch.”
“I’ve only had four bites, but every single one is amazing.”
“So happy to hear. And you are?”
I reached out my hand. “Dawson Everly, I’m the security lead. Nice to meet you.”
“The pleasure is entirely mine,” he replied with a flirty grin as he gripped my hand tightly.
“Didier, join us for a drink!” Brodie called out.
“Absolument, but I only have time for one glass. I don’t trust my sous chef entirely. If your dessert soufflé is half risen, don’t blame it on me.”
The server brought another chair and placed it between me and Ronin.
I finished my steak frites while Didier conversed with Ronin and the rest of the guys. The chef was a big music fan and world traveler, so they had much in common, chatting about concerts and the best places to visit around town.
One glass of wine became two, as Didier and the band members became fast friends.
I had just finished clearing my plate when Didier turned to me. “No drinking on the job for you, eh? That’s unfortunate.”
“I’m used to it. Gotta stay sharp and fit.”
Didier gave me a long once-over. “You are that. Very handsome indeed.”
I smiled in return but felt… nothing.
As much as I was flattered, the timing was all wrong.
Come to think of it, the timing had been wrong for a while. I hadn’t had sex in, fuck, close to a year. If I wasn’t busy with work, I was with my son, which meant little to no time for my personal life. Not that I was complaining, but hooking up had taken a backseat to everything else. Maybe when this trip was over, I’d take a night off and have some adults-only fun.
“Do you get any time off while you’re here?” Didier asked me, leaning closer.
