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“Seeing anyone?” She fluttered her eyelashes at me and wet her lip with a slow sweep of her tongue.
“I keep my private life private.” I looked up as our waiter approached with the dessert menu.
“May I recommend the Tarte des Soeurs Tatin?” He pronounced the dessert with the sort of accent that made me think he’d practiced it. “It’s quite divine.”
“Would you like dessert?” I asked to be polite, but I hoped Loretta and Theodore would decline. I was ready to go back to my office, where I wouldn’t have to make small talk or pretend to be enjoying myself. Sure, it was part of my job, and when I took over as CEO, I’d probably still have to do this, so getting used to it seemed like a good idea.
Then again, I could probably delegate to Deklin if I moved him up to CFO after Dad retired. If he could handle it. I still wasn’t entirely sure he had what it took to do this job.
Especially now that he had a fiancée and a potential stepson. If my brothers and I had learned anything over the span of our life, it was that Holden men weren’t much good at making time for both workandfamily. Grandad had been decent about it, but Dad had, quite frankly, sucked.
“I’d love some dessert.”
The fact that Loretta looked at me when she said it made me think she didn't really want actual food for dessert.
Great.
“I could do with something sweet too.” Theodore leaned toward his wife and kissed her, one of those embarrassing, open-mouthed kisses that people really shouldn’t do in public. When he finally sat back with a smug look on his face, he looked up at the waiter. “I thought I saw something that looked like cheesecake on that menu.”
I guessed that meant we were getting dessert.