“That’s the plan. Someone recently reminded me that we are in the business of providing experiences and memories.” He lifted the coffee and sipped. I saw him relax, lean back in the chair. His gaze drifted to the view.

I poured my tea.

“You missed lunch.” I nudged a plate of pastries toward him.

“How did you know?”

“You’re tired and irritable. Your blood sugar must be low.”

He nibbled at a pastry, closing his eyes to enjoy the flavor. I liked watching him eat.

I unzipped my pouch on my belt, pulled out some pills, and handed them over. “Ibuprofen for the headache.”

His lips curled. “I’m famous for my poker face in negotiations, and here you are, reading me like an open book.” He swallowed the pills and chased them down with a sip of coffee. “Thanks to you and your magic pouch.” He cradled his coffee cup. “I see why this is one of your favorite spots.”

“It’s all cozy comfort. You should see it in winter.” An uncomfortable sensation caught in my ribs. Except he wouldn’t be here in winter.

“You’re right to expand the outside terrace. The outdoor seating would be extremely popular.” He paused. “We’re going to need a new chef.”

Instant denial welled inside me, but I beat it back. I thought it through logically. “Chef Harvey is nearing retirement. He’s been here a long time, and I know his wife, Janet, hates the winters.”

Ro nodded.

“You’re right.” I sighed. Change didn’t all have to be bad. “I think fresh blood will be good.”

“Excellent. I have someone in mind. If I can lure him here.”

I sipped my tea. “No more calls from your father today?”

“No, thank God. Hopefully, Tiffany is keeping him busy.”

“Trinity.”

“Whatever.”

I fiddled with the handle of my tea cup. “You haven’t mentioned your mother.”

His brow creased. “She’s somewhere in the south of France. On a yacht with… her latest boy toy. At least she doesn’t marry them.”

“Do you see her much?”

“A few times a year. I take her to dinner when she’s in town. Or visit her whenever I’m in Europe.”

I hesitated. “Did you see much of them when you were young?”

He let out a harsh laugh. “God, no. Father worked. Mom traveled, lunched, and did spa days. I had nannies, coaches, and tutors.”

I tried to keep my face blank.