Chapter 67

Rainer’s POV

Skipping the line never gets old. I got out of my new car at the valet stand and was directed straight up the stairs. A whole herd of people pushed against the velvet ropes, and I saw a few flashbulbs fire off. 

I was at the front door of the best new restaurant in San Francisco, and it was opening night. My smile was camera ready, and I shook hands with half a dozen people in the foyer.

Champagne appeared beside me in seconds, and I was assured my table would be ready momentarily. 

The whole restaurant was a hum of anxious staff and excited patrons, the newly rich and the eager to be seen. All I could think about was Tasha. I downed my champagne and balanced the empty flute on a passing tray. 

Then I pulled out my phone and sent Tasha a message, just to see if she got her invitation to the restaurant opening. 

"Expecting someone?" Berger asked. He sidled up next to me in the crowd and tipped back a fresh glass of