“On a Friday night?”
“On any night,” Ric said with a brief laugh. “I’m not much of a social butterfly, or whatever it’s called for a man.”
“That works. Where?”
“Do you know the Avenue Grill on Seventeenth?”
“I’ve driven past it.”
Ric chuckled. “So at least you can find it. It’s almost four. How about we meet there at five? There’s a parking lot across the street.”
“All right. I’ll see you then, and thank you.”
“No problem.”
* * * *
“I wasn’t certain you’d show up,” Theo admitted once he and Ric had found a table.
“Should I be hurt that you didn’t trust me?”
“It’s not that. After working all day you might have decided to go home and collapse.”
“Yeah, right. It’s not as if I was doing much physical labor other than setting up security for a client. The rest of the time, I sat on
