THANKS TO THE VAGARIES of scheduling, dinner that night was a group event. Everyone from the tour gathered around one long table in the hotel restaurant. Brendan slid into the seat next to hers, as he always did. Being left handed brought all sorts of minor annoyances into her life, and bumping elbows with righties while eating was one of them. At least she and Brendan were in sync enough they didn’t have repeated collisions with each other.
“All right, team meeting time,” Leo announced once everyone had ordered, only to be greeted by a chorus of groans. “Look, it’s a dinner meeting or a four a.m. meeting, and I’m happy to get up at four.”
The table, mostly, fell silent.
“That’s what I thought,” Leo said with a smile. “Okay. First. Yume’s birthday is next Tuesday, so everyone, be nicer
