“Your dinner with Peter Stafford?” Mia said.
“Right. Come with me,” he said to Riley.
“To your dinner with Mr. Stafford? I couldn’t—”
“You can, and I’d be honored if you’d join me. It would be a great chance for you to see how the industry works.” He searched her eyes.
“She’s got to prepare for the trade show,” Claudia said sternly.
“Yeah, and—”Dinnerwith Josh and Peter Stafford?
“That’s in two weeks. There’s plenty of time. Six? I’ll pick you up at Savannah’s?” Josh didn’t wait for an answer. “Now, slow down. Go do your inventory. And, Claudia, she’ll need to leave by five to get ready.”
Riley walked tentatively past Claudia, averting her eyes from the daggers that Claudia had been casting ever since she’d entered the room—heck, ever sinceRiley had arrived at JBD.