“Only on duty,” Reynaud replied. Now I’ve gotten myself into it. Why didn’t I say I was a personal secretary or his business manager or something?
“Do you wear a trench coat and a fedora?”
“You’re kidding, I hope.”
Burke laughed. “I am. I don’t think I’ve ever met a bodyguard. Do you want another drink?”
Do I? I should be out there, looking for The Hunter, but I’m enjoying myself, which hasn’t happened much recently.
“Sure, why not?”
“Okay. Me too. You guard the table—” Burke winked. “I’ll get them. What kind of wine?”
“Another Merlot, please.”
“You got it.”
Reynaud watched as Burke headed inside. He seems like a nice guy, for a human. Perhaps I should have admitted I do dance. I’m not sure why I didn’t. It’s not as if I’d have let it go beyond that. Ah well, it’s too late now I s
