Chapter Five
I’d just paused at the front door of Aux Delices, the catering company in West Hollywood where I was meeting Allan, when he pulled into the recently vacated spot right in front.
Money and parking karma, I thought. Must be nice.
He opened the door of his sleek white Tesla roadster and got out, the bright morning sunlight picking out gleams of dark gold in his hair. Looking at him, I couldn’t quite stop myself from thinking how handsome he was in his pale gray dress shirt and charcoal slacks, casual and ultra-stylish at the same time, like James Bond on his day off.
Almost as soon as that thought popped into my head, though, I pushed it aside, and made myself put on a bright, professional smile as I went over to him. “Hi, Allan. I hope you didn’t have any trouble finding the
