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“Yeah.”
“And his name is Stanton?”
“Yep.”
“He’s British, isn’t he?”
“Yeaaaaah.”
“Fuck, you really are out of my league, aren’t you? I mean, I guess a fifteen-thousand-dollar tux should’ve tipped me off, but this makes it really sink in for some reason.” His tone was light, but it was just another reminder of the worries that I had about having a long-term relationship with him.
“Let me show you to the dining room,” I said finally.
He dropped his arm and followed me. There were two place settings, one at the head of the table and the other just to the right of that setting.
“Damn. How many glasses do rich people need?” he joked.
I smiled. “You’ll want this many glasses, trust me. The wine helps the conversation go down.”
“Okay, I’m ready to learn how not to be a heathen.”
Bones wiped his mouth with the black cloth napkin and set it in his lap. Celeste cleared away the salad plates and took them into the kitchen. The swinging door closed, giving Bones and I privacy.
“Not bad,” he said.
I arched a brow.
“Fine, I liked it, okay?” He grinned and reached for his glass of white wine.
“I knew you would.”
Even though Bones was rough around the edges, I liked having him at my formal dining room table. He wasn’t put off by anything I was throwing at him. In fact, he was attentive and had listened intently, nodding along, answering correctly when I’d quizzed him on something I’d taught him.
“So, what were you doing last night?” I asked. “You were kind of vague on the phone.”
“I was vague on purpose.”
“Oh.” I frowned. “Why?”
“Your world has rules, and so does mine,” he began slowly. “And I was handling some business for the club. I can’t tell you what it was because we don’t involve our women in our business.”
“Our women?” I asked.
He cocked his head to the side. “You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t actually. I mean, I think I get where you’re going with it, but maybe you should be more specific.”
“Don’t get caught up on what I said. We don’t include women in club business. Our women or other women.”
“All right. But what does club business even mean?”
“It means when I say club business, you don’t ask questions.”
“Uh, that’s not gonna work for me.”
The swinging door opened, and Celeste entered with our entrees, a filet mignon for Bones and scallops for me. Lisa poured Bones another glass of white wine and the two of them discreetly left.
Tension loomed in the air between us.
