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Gio as she replied. “Really? You must have spoken very recently, or there wouldn’t have been much for him to say.”
    He laughed. The waitress came over and brought the pitcher with three mugs. Gio watched her pour them each a drink. “Thank you, Andrea. Please make sure to keep the pitcher full, and bring a plate of appetizers for my guests.”
    Claire held up her hand in protest, but the waitress had already turned and left the table.
    “So, Claire, I hear you’re a writer.”
    Claire smiled and nodded, pleased Alex had mentioned this to his friend. “Working on it.”
    “I also hear that you need a job where you can earn a decent wage while you finish your schooling and not be distracted from your writing.”
    Claire sat back in her chair holding her mug. “You know so much more about me than I do about you. Alex didn’t even tell me he knew the owner here.”
    Gio threw Alex a mock glare of indignation. “Shame on you. You brought Claire here under false pretenses.”
    Alex grinned. “Guilty as charged.”
    He turned to Claire. “Sorry about that. Time seemed to slip away today on the boat, and there’s not much opportunity to talk while we’re riding.”
    She nodded, sensing she still didn’t know everything she should. She took a sip of beer. “So, Gio, do you own all the Pirate’s Dens in Miami? Or just this location?”
    Gio exchanged glances with Alex. Annoyance was seeping through Claire. What else was going on here that she didn’t know about?
    “I own the franchises—all of them. But I run this one. The others are leased out to various managing partners.”
    Claire nodded. She now understood the royal reception they received. Alex was this man’s good friend.
    Gio stood. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Claire. Come in around nine o’clock on Monday morning. I’ll have Jeanette, our coordinator, walk you through the training. But based on your credentials and education, I’m sure you’ll be ready for the front station in only a day or so.”  
    Alex stood, and he and Gio exchanged hugs again.
    Alex filled Claire’s mug, which she had drained while watching the two men.
    “I told you I had another job lined up for you,” he said.
    “And you think this would be a good fit for me?” she asked.
    Alex took an appreciative look up and down her body. “Of course!”
    “That’s not what I meant.”
    Claire willed her eyes not to fill with tears.
    “What then?”
    “After spending even the short amount of time that we’ve had together, I’d think you’d realize that this is not my dream job.”
    Alex’s face darkened. “It’s all show. What’s the big deal? All you have to do is smile and lead people to their tables. Even the seating is done by computer.”
    “I thought you said my manager gave you a good review of my first week at Harriman Motors.” Claire hoped the wavering in her voice didn’t betray the fury in her eyes.
    “He did. That’s what makes you perfect for this job. Good customer service skills, great on the phone, and attention to detail.”  
    Claire bristled, seeing impatience in Alex’s eyes and body language.
    “It’s not the responsibilities of the job I’m objecting to. Did you really think my skills are the determining factor here?” She waved her arm around, and almost knocked over the platter the waitress was holding.
    “Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” Claire said, when the waitress adeptly moved out of the way.
    “Sure, no problem,” the waitress said, looking at Alex with a wink. “I could see you were talking.”
    “Hey, these women work hard, and there’s nothing wrong or reprehensible about the work they’re doing,” Alex said. His voice was flat, but his glare was steady.
    “Not saying there is. But it’s not for me.”
    “All right, Claire. I won’t argue with you. I thought you could work here, even for a short while, until you found something else.”
    Claire pushed away the plate of food that he served her. “I liked