Chapter 10
Mark managed to get in one more date with Angelo, the promised dinner and movie, before he became too busy with work to do anything other than sleep and eat.
“If I see one more canapé,” he muttered under his breath one evening during yet another promotional engagement for the spring line.
Paul, who was standing beside him, laughed. “Come on, it could be rubber chicken like at the luncheon last week.”
“True,” Mark agreed somewhat dispiritedly as he glanced around the grand ballroom of the hotel. “If I’d known…”
“You’ve said that before, and you know you’d have done it anyway.”
“Yeah, I would have. I only regret it on nights like…” Mark’s voice faded out when he saw a dark-haired man with a distinctive widow’s peak standing among the people surrounding Nate Phillips.
That’s
