“Fine. He will get one chance. If he fucks it up, he’s done.” “So I can meet him for lunch? Alone?” He looked at me, amusement painted throughout his handsome face. “Baby.” “What?” “Do you think you are alone when you go out?” I cocked my head. “I’m sorry?” “Toby, my men follow you everywhere. You never go anywhere alone—not to ballet, not to pizzeria’s, and sure as fuck not to lunch with Dan.”
