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The Brides of Bella Rosa , #4196
Zeke Comptonher manager, mentor and, according to him, her messiahhadn't allowed her to wear navy. It was too close to black, he claimed. Black being another forbidden color since it reminded him of mourning.
The bar area of the VIP lounge held only a smattering of patrons. None of them looked up when he entered. They were all important people in their own rightmovers, shakers, captains of industry. They didn't get awestruck or if they did, they hid it well behind blasé attitudes. His ego certainly hoped that was the case with the gorgeous blonde sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the tarmac.
Angelo was apparently far less na ve than she. "The world is full of people eager to sell you out. You have to be careful who you trust."
He glanced at the chunky Rolex strapped to his wrist. "Here's the thingI have an hour and forty minutes to kill before my flight departs. I could get my own table, order a drink and sip it alone while I wait. Or I could stay here with you and enjoy what is bound to be some fascinating conversation."
Angelo waved over a server and they ordered their beveragesan imported beer for him and a glass of unsweetened iced tea for her. As the waitress left he was frowning.