FLYNN'S POV
Dominic Ashford walked in three minutes early, which told me something.
Not late, which would have been a power move. Not exactly on time, which would have been neutral. Early, which meant he wanted to be settled before I arrived and found me already there instead. The kind of man who preferred to choose his seat.
He stopped when he saw me at the corner table. Then he smiled with the ease of someone who had decided on the walk over how this meeting was going to go for him, and crossed the room and sat down without being invited to.
Open collar. No jacket. The relaxed presentation of a man who wanted me to know he hadn't dressed up for this.
"Flynn," he said.
"Thanks for coming."
"You said it was important." He picked up the menu, glanced at it, put it down. "You could ha
