Chapter 8

“What kind of cuisine would you like to learn?”

Dane studied Guy’s face for a moment, trying to figure out where all this interest was coming from. Guy was always friendly and mildly inquisitive, but he was usually more withdrawn than this, and his questions almost always focused on things Dane might know about Guy’s forgotten life.

“More Asian influences, I think. If nothing else, I want to improve my sushi skills.”

“I wonder if I like sushi.”

You love it.“I suppose there’s only one way to find out. Do you want to go out for dinner tomorrow night? I know of a place you might like.”

Guy smiled. “Is that a date?”

“I…” Dane’s face must have reflected his horror at the idea, because Guy’s smile disappeared.

“I’m sorry. That was just a joke. A not very funny joke.”

“No, don’t apologize. You just startled me. That’s all.”

“Would you though?”

“Would I what?”

“Ever date your clients?”