Dinner was ready and they took their places around the table, with Jason at the head and Ron and Phoebe on each side of him. Dan sat at the foot between Jeff O’Brian and Chet Delahunty. The meal seemed to drag on forever. By the time the main course was removed and dessert was served, the men at the bottom of the table had given up on even a desultory attempt at conversation so they could eavesdrop.

Dan watched Phoebe suck an out-of-season strawberry with her X-rated mouth. As she gazed into Keane’s eyes, he told himself he was going to propose to Sharon Anderson that very weekend.

Ron had barely looked up from his dinner plate all evening, but as the coffee was poured, he finally seemed to come to life, about ninety minutes too late, as far as Dan was concerned.

“Excuse me for interrupting your conversation, Phoebe, but I think it might behoove us to discuss the reason for this meeting tonight.”

Phoebe looked at him so blankly that Dan wanted to shake her. Was she so eager to add Keane to her scalp collection that she had forgotten why they were here?

“Reason?” she said.

“The stadium contract,” Ron reminded her.

“Oh, pooh. I’ve changed my mind, Ronnie. I don’t want to talk about that tonight. Why don’t you just relax and enjoy yourself? Jason and I are friends now, and everybody knows you shouldn’t do business with friends.”

“A woman after my own heart,” Jason chuckled.

“All Ronnie thinks about is business. It’s so boring. There are more important things in life than some silly old contract.”

Dan straightened in his seat. Something was wrong here. Phoebe did care about the contract, and she never called her GM Ronnie.

Keane gave Ron a smug smile. “Why don’t you have some more wine, McDermitt?”

“No, thank you.”

“Don’t pout, Ronnie. You can call Jason tomorrow and tell him what I’ve decided.”

“What is there to decide?” Keane said smoothly. “Everything’s pretty much cut-and-dried.”

Once again, she curled her fingers around his sleeve. “Not exactly, but let’s not spoil tonight by talking about business.”

Keane grew almost imperceptibly more alert. “We’ve sent you a fair contract. The same one your father signed. I hope you’re as satisfied.”

“I’m not satisfied,” Ron said with a forcefulness that earned Dan’s admiration. He waited with interest to hear Phoebe’s response.

“Oh, I’m not satisfied either,” she giggled. “Ronnie made me so upset about the bad deal the Stars were getting that he convinced me I had to do something.” Like a small child reciting a well-learned lesson, she said, “Ronnie keeps reminding me that I’m a businesswoman now, Jason. And even though I’ll probably only have the team for a short time longer, I have to think like an owner.”

Dan kept his expression carefully blank as he leaned back in his chair to watch the show. What was his brainy little bimbo up to now?

She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. “I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that Phoebe Somerville isn’t enough of a businesswoman to make the tough calls, but that just isn’t true.”