She shrugged. “I didn’t eat much of it. I jumped him pretty fast.”

“Maybe you’re the one I should be talking to,” Tag replied, obviously relishing the gossip he would share the minute he got into the office. Hell, he wouldn’t wait that long. He’d call Charlotte the minute he walked out the door. “Sub, you have to feed your Dom. He gets cranky and starts speaking French and shit when he’s hangry. When he starts speaking French, I get nauseous because it’s way too French.”

“Did you get me the info I asked about?” He hadn’t asked at all, but Lisa needed to think his interest in this case had coincided with his interest in her.

“I sent you the file Hutch worked up late last night. You owe him a big bag of Red Vines.” Tag looked over at Lisa, who flipped a pancake onto a plate. “That’s the secret to a truly successful business. You’ve got to find employees willing to work for food. Hutch is all about the candy and Boomer is happy as long as there’s a plate of something in front of him. Julian Lodge taught me that. The whole first year when he was funding McKay-Taggart he refused to pay us in anything but Chilean sea bass. The rich are weird, Lisa. Stay away from them.”

She grinned as though she truly loved Tag’s antics. “I don’t think that will be a problem. Honestly, I’m not that into rich guys. I know I’m supposed to be all about the billionaire, but give me a blue-collar boy any day.”

“Or a redneck because that’s what Remy’s blue collar is hiding,” Tag said.

He’d been so wrong about her because she simply grinned, her cheeks flushed, and it wasn’t all because she was cooking. He winked her way and then tried to get Tag back on task. “You said Hutch found something?”

“There’s nothing to find,” Lisa said, holding out a plate. “The case is practically dead. Now, Sir, what’s our protocol on which massive predator I throw meat at first? My Dom or our guest?”

“Unlike our guest, we’re a perfectly civilized couple. Guests first, and you’re wrong. He did find something. That’s precisely why he’s here,” he replied even as she set the plate in front of Tag.

The big guy looked up and the sarcasm fled for a moment. “Thank you, Lisa. This looks delicious. Remy’s right. Hutch and Michael are working on a comprehensive file on the actual court case, but we already have some underground intel that makes me nervous. I have information that a man named Francesco Biondo is in town. Does that name ring a bell?”

She shook her head as she made a second plate and passed it to Remy. “I’ve never heard of him.”