Chapter 7
Elian grimaced at his phone and then shoved it back into the inside pocket of his suit jacket, cursing under his breath.
“Who has you so pissed off?” Raoul asked, looking up from the menu he was preparing in the back office he shared with Elian. “That’s the fiftieth time in the last hour that you’ve looked at your phone and then swore at it. Having issues with one of the other restaurants?”
“No,” his response was curt as he bent his head and tried again to examine the details in the accounting leger on the screen in front of him. Business was doing well and following Merry-Beth’s visit to the restaurant last week and posting it all over her social media, reservations were booked solid for the next six weeks at Pygmalion. Raoul had been right to invite her to dine. They had fin
