“Good evening, Davis.”
“Who is this beautiful young lady with you tonight?”
Alex smiled. “Angel, this is Davis, the sommelier here at TRU. Davis, may I present, Dr. Angeline Hemming.”
Davis offered his hand and brought Angel’s to his mouth for a small kiss. “It’s my pleasure, Dr. Hemming.”
“The pleasure is mine, Davis. Please, call me Angel.” Angel was at ease with this man, and Alex was enjoying the exchange between the two. She was perfect, articulate, classy… comfortable in his environment.
“Angeline.” Davis repeated the name Alex had used. “What a beautiful name. It suits you.”
“Yes, it does,” Alex agreed, his green eyes narrowing and a smile playing on his full lips. Angel had a hard time taking her eyes off of him to speak to the other man. “Angel, would you like champagne or wine with dinner?”
“Wine would be nice, thank you.”
Alex was a conundrum. They had bantered back and forth, had very heated exchanges, teased and prodded each other with sexual innuendos, but this version of him was sophisticated and restrained.
Alex looked up at Davis. “We’ll be ordering our meal first, Davis.”
Over the next few minutes, they perused the menu, and when Dustin returned, Alex gave both his and Angel’s meal preferences. After they settled on seafood, he ordered a very expensive bottle of white wine from Davis.
“Montrachet 2002, please, Davis,” Alex said without consulting the wine menu that was offered.
“Very good choice, sir. This must be a very special occasion.” He left with a wink at Angel.
“You know, Alex, that could probably feed a small village in Africa for a year.”
“I doubt that there is much nutritional value in wine, certainly not enough for an entire year,” he mocked with a gentle smirk.
“You know what I mean.” Angel rolled her eyes.
“If you will enjoy the evening more, if I agree to feed a village in Africa for a year, consider it done. Now… can we move on?”
Angel laughed despite herself. The look on his face was adorable, and she had to kick herself mentally to keep her wits about her. “What do you want to talk about, then?”
“Tell me about yourself—your home and family. Where did you grow up?”
Dustin brought the first course of crusted bay scallops and corn soup with crab. “Thank you, Dustin. This looks delicious,” Angel smiled up at the young man and he beamed at her.
“My pleasure. Enjoy,” Dustin said and promptly left.
Alex picked up his fork. “So?”
“So, it’s boring. Nothing like your glamorous upbringing, I’m sure.”
“Tell me. I want to know.”
“Well, I grew up in a small town in the middle of Missouri. Nothing much to tell. It was just my father and me. My mother left when I was only six.”
Alex remembered from the cover letter with Bancroft’s file that her mother was in Texas, but since he hadn’t explored it, he didn’t know more. Sadness briefly crossed Angel’s features, and Alex quickly changed the subject.
“So, no siblings.” It was a statement, rather than a question.
“No. You?”
“Yes. I have an older brother and younger sister.”
“How come your brother isn’t working at Avery Enterprises with you?”
Alex’s eyebrow went up and Angel had the grace to flush.
“Er… Christina Googled you.” She wrinkled her face. “Sorry.”
He put a scallop in his mouth as he watched her quizzically. “I see.”
“Look, I was on the phone with you when she did it. I specifically resisted doing it myself.” Angel felt a hot rush in her cheeks as his eyes narrowed and then he smiled, obviously pleased that she would wonder about him as he had her.
“Well, Cole’s somewhat of a fuck-up.” Alex cringed when Angel looked up from her soup. “He’d rather someone else do the work, take the risks and responsibility. He’s been a disappointment to my parents, and he always expects me to just give him money. I love him, he’s a good guy deep down, but I get very frustrated.”
“You being the chosen one; the golden child, right?”
“I guess you could say I was the one who stepped up when I was needed. Avery is a huge conglomerate and we employ thousands of people throughout our various subsidiaries; people whose wellbeing can’t be risked on the decisions of someone like Cole. My father needed me, so I switched schools and did what needed to be done.” Alex’s voice was calm, matter-of-fact, and Angel strained to hear the regret in his voice, but didn’t find any.
“So… where were you studying before?”
The courses were changed and the conversation continued. “Julliard. I wanted to be a classical pianist.”
Angel gasped. Wow. She’d been a music minor at Northwestern, classical piano and voice. They had something in common. “That’s um… sorta hot.” She smiled across the table.
“I’m surprised your assistant didn’t find that out. It’s no secret. I’ve done several interviews and it always comes up. I think I mentioned it in the Forbes article last year.”
“Well, I didn’t look through her Google pile. She just told me basic information. She was more concerned if your face matched your voice.”
Alex smiled and offered Angel more wine. She nodded and he filled her glass. The wine was delicious, and it was making her feel more relaxed. “And?” he asked.
“You’ll have to ask her.”
He laughed out loud and refilled his own glass. “It’s okay, Angel. I Googled you, too.”
Her eyes widened as she forked a bite of her salmon. “You did?”
“Of course. I wanted to see if the face and body matched the voice, too.” He mimicked her words and they both laughed softly. The sound of her laughter pleased him very much.
“And?” she prodded, tongue-in-cheek.
“I didn’t find out much. You’re somewhat of an enigma.”
“Because of my work, I have to lead a very private life. I’m always under one gag order or another and can’t speak about my cases. Sometimes, the perpetrators involved are less than desirable, if you know what I mean.”
Alex’s heart seized and something that felt like panic made a subtle surge through him. “It sounds dangerous.” His voice hardened slightly.
“Sometimes. I suppose it can be when they don’t like what I have to say. Many times it’s my testing or testimony that puts them behind bars when the victims are too scared to talk or the physical evidence is less than convincing.”
“Has anyone ever threatened you?”
She shrugged. “Once or twice.”
Alex didn’t like the way he felt hearing about the possibility of Angel being in danger. It was foreign and unsettling.
“Surely you could do something else. With your voice and your looks… you could be a super model or get the radio show syndicated. I can talk to Darian.”
Angel’s face tightened a little. “Like all the other airheads you’re used to?”
“That’s not what I meant, but why take risks? You’re dealing with rapists and abusers, for God’s sake. Someone could hurt you. These bastards are dangerous.”
“Well, maybe I don’t see how I can make much of a difference in the world by sucking in my cheeks and trotting around with my head in the clouds.”
“Angel, I didn’t mean to offend you, or imply that your work wasn’t important, but…” he began, a surge of protectiveness welled up inside him, and he was angry and upset that someone might hurt her.
“Good, because it is important. I should be working right now, but instead I’m here with you. The case is a girl that was raped by her stepfather, and the bastard is cheating the tests. I know in my gut that he’s guilty, and my hands are tied unless I can find something incriminating hidden in his answers. I’ve been working on it for months. I was actually taking a break from it the day I was buying paint.”