“Morning, Candace. What’s up?” Massimo asks, but he keeps an observant eye trained on me.
“Hey Boss,” Candace replies, and the sound of her voice instantly fills me with life.I haven’t heard it in so long, too long.“Looks like I’ll be going for coffee with Jacques, do you boys want anything?”
“No, we’re good.”
“Okay, I’ll get you some cookies.You know you want them,” she chuckles.
“Only if they were made by you.”
“Starbucks comes a close second.See you in a little while.”
“Alright.”
The phone goes dead, and Massimo looks back at me.
“I take it you haven’t seen her yet,” he says.
“No.” Last night doesn’t count.I wouldn’t tell them about that, anyway.“How is she?”
“Getting better, finally,” he answers, and it sounds like a warning to not ruin whatever she has going.I don’t plan to do anything of the sort.
“That’s good to hear.”
“When are you going to see her?” Tristan asks.
“Next. Maybe when she gets back from coffee with Jacques.Who is he?” I direct the question at Massimo.
Candace is not a let's-go-to-coffee kind of girl.I’m not the kind of bastard to think a woman like her would still be hung up on me, especially when I told her not to wait.But that doesn’t mean I’m the kind of bastard who doesn’t get jealous.
Massimo quirks a brow. “Jacques Belmont is a client.But I have something more in mind for him.”
“Really?” I don’t like the sound of this guy, and all I’ve been given is his name.That and knowing he’s going to get coffee with Candace.
“We’ll talk about it more.”
“Okay,” I answer, wary.
“We’ll focus on that today.” He points to the computer screen holding the deadly faces of our enemies.
I nod, agreeing.
The importance of what’s going on hasn’t left my mind, but neither has Candace.
I guess I’ll see her later and find out where I stand.