I shook my head to myself. Keiko, you’re too good to be wooed by this guy and his false charms. “Unbelievable,” I scoffed. “Your ego knows no limits, does it?”
He gave me a cocky grin. “I’m just trying to do the right thing, Adams.”
Right. The right thing. I knew guys like Emmett Rhodes. Slippery, schmoozey, friends with everyone until you needed them or they needed to be accountable for their choices.
Keiko had said yes to him, and I didn’t own the restaurant. A twist of nerves hit me in the gut when I remembered my bank loan rejection this morning. I had bigger problems than this sign.
“Remove it by the end of election day,” I said, turning and walking up the path to the restaurant. “Or I’ll draw devil horns on it and show people who you really are.”
Emmett’s low laugh followed me,
