Chapter 6

“And onions?” Jonathan griped as the waitress walked away. “So this really isn’ta date then, because there’s no way in hell you’re getting a good night kiss with onion breath.”

Peter laughed. “I never said it was a date.”

But Jonathan had him there. “Back at the office you did. As we were getting ready to leave. Don’t tell me you forgot already.”

“I don’t date employees,” Peter said.

And they were back to that again. “So I aman employee.” Jonathan nodded, as if he’d expected as much. “I get it, I do. I’m on the payroll, after all. My name comes second on the letterhead—”

“It sounds better that way!” Peter cried, exasperated. “Giles and Banks, Jesus! We talked that into the ground before we incorporated the firm. Don’t bring it back up now.”

Biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smirking, Jonathan asked, “Jesus? Is he a voting member of the board, too?”