Chapter 6
The men ate in silence for several minutes, and then finally Dumas looked up, threw his napkin down, and said, “I can’t eat this.”
“What?” Ric said, looking up at him. “This is the best meal you’ve ever eaten, and you know it.”
“I’m afraid my palate has gotten too used to good food, not something that tastes like it’s been cooked over a campfire.”
Ric jumped up, reached down and grabbed Dumas’s collar, and dragged him up out of his chair. “Apologize.”
“For what? For telling the truth?”
“You know that’s not the truth. This food is exquisite, and you know it.”
“Maybe I do, or maybe I don’t.”
The two men’s eyes met, each remembering a dark balcony, roaming hands, and a proposition.
“Now, I get it. You want s*x, or no job.”
“Ferrand, let me educate you. There’s no way you’r
