CHAPTER 33
VIOLET
“This is Violet Miller,” Trent said to a portly man in cowboy boots and a string tie. “Violet, this is Clyde. He owns the Italian restaurant we ate in earlier.”
“You don’t look very Italian,” I blurted.
“That doesn’t matter, little lady. Business is business. I have six restaurants now, three Italian and three Chinese. People like all those exotic foreign foods nowadays, and as long as I hire the right staff, they practically run themselves. Say, I saw your picture on the internet the other day. Surfing, right? You looked quite the professional.”
“It was actually the first time I’d tried it. I had no idea where to put my feet.”
“I don’t suppose many people were paying attention to your feet, darlin’.”
His words were aimed at my chest, and I tugged the pashmina arou
