Chapter 6

The ma?tre d’ rushed over. “Mr. Hardesty, what can we do for you this evening?”

Tim still felt an urge to look over his shoulder when he was addressed by the title that felt more like his father’s—or at least Nigel’s as the heir apparent—but he managed a gracious nod. “A table for two, Francois, if you have one available. If not, we can wait in the salon.”

Francois beckoned to a passing waiter, murmured instructions, and they were off to a quiet corner. Far from empty, the restaurant was still not yet crowded, although Tim suspected his partner might have been recognized almost more readily than he had been himself. At least the two of them were treated like royalty. They were soon seated, an initial drink provided and the first course of their menu choice on its way. Then Tim relaxed, or as close to it as he could when he realized he was dining with his personal long-term idol. That still defied belief.