“I do,” Adam said, his tone giving nothing away. “And you?”
“I’m the attorney for Canyon Productions,” Clancy said. “I get them to sign the contracts while we find the place.” He stretched his arm along the back of the booth, brushing Bianca’s hair to the side. “Good job at the council meeting earlier. It’s nice everyone agreed.”
“Thank you,” Bianca held still. This felt awkward. Why? Because of Adam and that intense look in his eyes. “The councilseemed very receptive. You can negotiate contracts with them tomorrow.”
Clancy nodded. “Good. I scored a couple today, so that should round up what we need.”
Adam’s gaze sharpened. “Who signed contracts with you today?”
Clancy exhaled, his body visibly relaxing. “That’s confidential. Sorry.”
“Not for long,” Adam said mildly. “There aren’t many secrets here, so you might as well tell me.”
Clancy eyed Adam and then glanced at Bianca. “I didn’t even ask if I was interrupting anything. Is this a date, B?”
Like he’d care if he interrupted her date. “We were just discussing what it might be,” Bianca said dryly.
“I see.”
Adam didn’t move, but the easy looseness he’d had a moment ago vanished. His attention fixed on Clancy, sharp and unblinking. The space at the table felt tighter.
Clancy drew his arm back from the top of the booth and smiled, a quick, polished expression that didn’t linger. “Well then, I’ll let you get back to it.” He stood and straightened, already stepping away. “You can catch me up when you’re done liaising with the locals.”
The way he said that made her back teeth clench. She had the oddest urge to explain to Adam that she didn’t liaise by flirting, but that was unnecessary.
“You sound jealous, sport,” Adam drawled.
Bianca stilled. Woah. That was a direct strike.
Clancy straightened his tie. “Not in the slightest. Bianca and I know where we stand, and she’ll be leaving town with me, sport.” He turned and walked off, his stride unhurried, shoes tapping against the worn diner floor before disappearing into the crowd near the door.
Bianca lifted her head and stared at the ceiling, counting one slow breath. The hum of the lights steadied her. She let her gaze wander—past the waitress refilling coffee, past a familiar face pretending not to watch—before finally looking back at Adam.
“So,” he said, resting his forearms on the table, “are you dating that asshat?”
She fought the urge to roll her eyes. “No.”
“Did you at one time?”
Now she sighed. “We went on three dates while working for a different production company than this new one. They were okay, not tons of fun, and no, we didn’t get intimate. Although, none of that is your business. At all.”
Adam’s expression revealed nothing. “Fine. This is my business. How long have you been in town?”
“In town?” She adjusted on the bench. “A couple of days.”
“In the state?”
Yeah, she didn’t just show up. “About three weeks scouting,” she said. “Two weeks in the county. We settled on Mineral Lake as a town.”
“Where all have you stayed, and who have you spoken to already?” he asked.
She looked at him. “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”
“Considering I just propositioned you,” he replied evenly, “I think it is.”
She frowned. “That’s faulty logic.”
He shifted, forearms pressing more firmly into the table. “Do you know who signed contracts with Clancy?”