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As soon as the server left, Ivan was back looking distressed.

“Everything okay?” Brinley asked. “You’re not getting sick, are you?”

“No. I’m fine. I was trying to get a hold of Sebastian, but he’s not available.”

“Well, are we ready to go?” It was dark outside and pushing nine o’clock. Brinley wanted to go home and go to bed. Tomorrow morning she would get back on the treadmill.

Before Ivan could answer, the maître d’ came to the table. “Miss Brooks, Mr. McMillan, I hope you’ve had a pleasant evening.”

“Beautiful view, great food, excellent service,” Brinley said. “What more could we ask?”

“That you come back soon, perhaps?” he said. “Your mother and sister frequently stop by for lunch when they’re in town. Perhaps you’ll join them sometime.”

“Of course. I will, Rémy.”

“Thank you and have a wonderful night.”

Ivan cleared his throat. “The check?”

“It’s taken care of, Mr. McMillan.” Rémy’s voice was suddenly cold, Brinley thought.

“That’s great.” Ivan sat up straighter. “I guess Sebastian got my message. Well, Brin, let’s go home.”

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