stared at Emma.
Then at me.
Then past my shoulder.
A tall man was walking toward us carrying Emma’s tiny silver shoes in one hand.
Vanessa whispered,
“Daniel…”
But he barely seemed to hear her.
He recognized the man.
Most people in Boston finance would have.
Adrian Rhodes.
Founder and CEO of Rhodes Capital.
And, more importantly for Daniel, the man whose investment firm was currently negotiating to acquire a controlling interest in his company.
Adrian reached us, kissed my temple, and smiled.
“There you are.”
Daniel’s champagne glass shifted