asked if my mother had any ideas. She did, but sheâs not sure what to make of it all. About six months ago, they had dinner together, and Steve got real maudlin talking about Dad. He was beating himself up over disappointing Dad by not taking over the business.â
âYour dad didnât care.â
âI know. But obviously, Steve didnât get it. I think going into business with Lisaâs dad is his way of making things right.â
âIt canât work.â
âOf course not. But I donât think Steveâs thinking too clearly about that.â
Ben drank some more coffee, staring just past hershoulder while he thought. The waitress came by, and he ordered eggs and bacon. She chose a cheese omelet. After refilling their cups, they were alone again, but Ben didnât say anything.
She waited, not wanting to interrupt.
Finally, he looked at her. âWe need a plan. I donât want to alienate Steve, and I donât want to hurt Lisa. But weâve got to do something.â
She nodded. âIâve been thinking about it all morning. What if we just talk to him? Tell him our concerns?â
Ben nodded. âThatâll be me. Maybe give him a couple of beers to soften the blow.â
âIâd like to talk to Lisa. Find out if she realizes what sheâs getting into.â
âThat should be fun.â
âOh, yeah. A real walk in the park.â
The food came, and for the first few minutes, it was all business. Ben liked his toast with jam, and his eggs over-medium. She watched him while she ate her omelet, liking the way he chewed. Amazed that he could even make that sexy.
When heâd downed about half his breakfast, he smiled at her. âSo talk to me.â
âWhat?â
âTalk. Tell me about your life in the city by the bay.â
That caught her by surprise. She had to reshuffle the deck in her head, pull out the cards she wanted to play. âI like my job,â she said. âIâd thought about going back to school, getting my law degree, but honestly, I donât want the headaches. I like the researcha lot, which I didnât expect. I work for a major law firm. They pay me well to look up the right statutes, dig on the Internet. I imagine in that way, our jobs are similar.â
âSounds like it. You hang out with attorneys?â
âNot if I can help it. I have a small but eclectic group of friends. I play pool on Thursday nights.â
His brows rose. âNo kidding?â
She grinned. âWe got the league championship last year, and weâre gunning for it again. We have a good team.â
âEight ball?â
âYep. Sometimes nine ball. But mostly eight.â
âMaybe we can find a pool hall somewhere nearby.â
âActually, thereâs a place across from the Rio. Itâs called Pink-ees. Great place to play. Lots of tables.â
âDid you bring your cue?â
She shook her head. âDidnât know if thereâd be time.â
âLetâs make time.â
She took a bite of toast to hide her ridiculously happy grin. He liked pool. Excellent.
âSo what else?â he asked. âBesides being a pool shark?â
âI ride my bike on weekends a lot.â
âYou said you have a Shadow, right?â
She nodded.
âWhat got you into that?â
âA guy I went out with. He was kind of a dick, but he did turn me on to bikes. I got hooked immediately.â
âNot afraid youâll get hit?â
âNope, not really. I operate on the principle that everyoneâs trying to kill me.â
He laughed, and she felt all squishy inside.
âWhat about you?â
âYeah, I think people are trying to kill me, too.â
âNo, I meant what you do. When you arenât being a private eye.â
He frowned a little, two lines appearing on his forehead. âI read too much.â
âHow can anyone read too