“Anyway,” I said, “I need people to know I have family watching my back and looking out for Derek, that’s all. Olivier is gonna have things under control. Your role will be mainly cosmetic.”
“Yeah, that’s me. The hairdresser.”
“Hey, that’s not what I meant.”
“Sorry. I do that. I…I get defensive.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said, offering him my warmest smile. “Derek’s like that.”
He stood, pushing up his chair. “I’m a little wired tonight,” he sputtered and walked away. “I’ll get a blanket for the couch.”