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of water in the pantry. So no worries.” Intercepting the ever efficient valet when he tried to remove the silver covers from the plates of food, I motioned for him to sit. He looked at me, eyes wide. “Take a load off, Dave. I insist.”
    Positioning himself on the edge of the chair, he folded his hands in his lap. I pushed a plate of buffalo wings in his direction. Having ordered a sample of most of the appetizers on the menu, I had way too much food in front of me.
    “I really should be getting back,” he said, his eyes falling on the heaping plates of food.
    From the looks of him, Dave liked his groceries.
    “Aren’t you supposed to be my personal go-to guy or something?” Licking the sauce from my fingers, I raised a brow at him.
    “Yes, sir…Cameron…sir.”
    “Well, then go to it, son.” I nudged the plate a little closer to him. “Let’s not let this food go to waste.”
    Picking up an appetizer plate, he served himself a single buffalo wing. I shook my head.
    “You can do better than that.” I lifted my chin toward the rest of the feast.
    Dave loaded his plate with potato skins, cheese sticks, and a few other tidbits. Truth be told, the band was on the end of a two month tour. While I should savor eating alone, I just wasn’t that kind of guy. I preferred to dine with my band mates, the roadies, just about anybody.
    Biting into a potato skin, I shifted my gaze to Dave. “So how long have you worked at The Mansion?”
    Swallowing the remainder of a cheese stick, his eyes drifted to the ceiling. “Let’s see. Twenty-five years.” He nodded to himself in confirmation. “I started here the year my daughter Sylvia was born.”
    He chuckled, looking down at his plate.
    “What’s so funny?” I reached for my water.
    “My daughter…not Sylvia…Raquel, she would keel over if she knew I was eating dinner with Cameron Knight.”
    I paused with the water bottle halfway to my mouth. “You know who I am?”
    Dave nodded. “I have two daughters, Mr.…Cameron.” He chuckled. “I’m a little long in the tooth, but I’m not completely out of touch.”
    I barked out a laugh. “Two daughters, huh? Bet that keeps you on your toes.”
    “You have no idea.”
    Being on the road, I had a very good idea. But I wanted to have a quiet dinner, not give Dave a heart attack. Sitting back, I noticed the Neiman Marcus bags hanging from the handle of the cart.
    “Are those the packages Lily sent over?” I asked, intrigued.
    “Yes, sir.”
    Dave tried to get up, but I motioned for him to finish, standing to retrieve the bags myself. After walking to the couch with the four overfilled bags, I upended the first one. An array of pastel pink and lavender t-shirts tumbled out. Shaking my head, I pulled the jeans from the next bag. The first pair was super skinny, with jewel embellished pockets. The next pair was boot cut, but the jewels that encrusted the pockets somehow managed to wind their way all the way down the outer seam. Cringing, I was afraid to look in the next bag. When I pulled out a handful of silk boxers that looked like Cupid had thrown up all over them, I laughed out loud.
    Turning to Dave, I noticed he’d clamped his lips together to keep from laughing.
    I walked to the kitchen, grabbing two bottles of Shiner and a couple bottles of water. I offered him one of each. Hesitating, he reached for the Shiner.
    Plopping on the couch, I twisted the cap off my beer before turning to Dave.
    “So, tell me, Dave,” I lifted a brow, “How well do you know Lily Tennison?

Chapter 4
    C ome in.” Lily looked up when I stepped into her office, her jaw dropping to her desk when she saw me.
    “I just wanted to stop by and thank you for the new duds you had delivered last night.” Shoving my hands in the pockets of the black skinny jeans, I sauntered over to her desk and leaned in. “I would sit down, but these jeans are so fucking tight, I might lose the ability to procreate.”
    Blinking, she tried to stifle