Blake's POV
We followed him through the main dining area; eyes turned our way before the whispers started. I felt Cassie's posture straighten slightly, her shoulders squaring. Like she was preparing for battle, or at least an award-winning performance.
"Just be yourself," I murmured near her ear.
"Which self?" she whispered back.
I gave her a side look. "You know which one I want."
She glanced up at me, something soft and surprised in her expression, something that looked like delight. The look puzzled me. Before I could say anything, we were at the door of the private dining room, and the maître d' was sliding it open.
Takeshi Nakamura stood immediately, his nephew Ren following suit.
"Mr. Huntington," Ren said, bowing slightly. "Thank you for joining us this evening."
I returned
