Chapter 9

“Si, tu,” Armand replied in Italian, with a hint of amusement. “Flitting around, being personable to all the young women. Is that why you come to these events? To find a bed partner for the evening?”

“Perhaps. Or maybe I just like being out and about, rather than sequestered in a staid old gentlemen’s club.” Tino lifted knowing eyebrow. “The way you spend much of your time when you’re not at your restaurant.”

“Have you been following me?” Armand asked tartly.

“No more than you’ve been following me.” Tino grinned, set the glass of wine back on the table, untouched, and strolled away.

So he knows why I’m here? Or was he just taking a guess? And why does he think I’ve been following him? I’ve shielded the two times I’ve done that. Armand frowned. Surely he hasn’t been following me. That was just a lucky guess about the club, since the second time we met was close to it and I was well-dressed, having just come from there.