“Jesus, I didn’t know you owned anything except Adrian’s.”
“Well, technically Dad owns Adrian’s. I just manage it. But I own Synthesis.
Brody looked around the room. Where Adrian’s looked rather like a men’s club or a library, with lots of dark paneling and leather, Synthesis was contemporary. The atmosphere was hushed, but the vibrant colors, which Adrian described as amethyst, teal, and pearl, sparkled off chrome and crystal.
“Where’d you get that maître d’?” Brody asked. “He looks a lot like me.”
Adrian grinned. “Well, I have good taste. And I like tall, hunky blonds, obviously. Come to think of it, you should quit your job and come be a maître d’ at Adrian’s.”
“Yeah, right. Like I could do that. Besides, what would you do about Raul?”
“Raul can’t work from eleven A.M. until midni
