“What do you mean, I’m not invited?” Jason didn’t care that his cereal was getting soggier by the second.
“Just that.” Lexie wouldn’t look at him. She’d barely let him touch her when he got home from work an hour ago, and his brain felt sloppy and sluggish after a night of standing at the valet podium.
“Luke’s in town, and we’re going to handle it.”
“What are you going to do?” Jason asked. “Pay him off?”
Lexie’s gaze flitted around the room like a butterfly trying to find the perfect flower to land on. Jason groaned and wanted to shove his cereal away. “Lex, that’s not a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“How many more people will come looking for a payoff? What if he asks for more next year? Or the year after that?” Jason shook his head. No, in his experience, dealing with angry customers was
