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It was as if Milo’s hands had a mind of their own. He rested them on Colt’s lean waist, dying to touch other parts of the guy’s body. He just bet that Colt had an amazing body under that expensive suit.
“Milo!”
He snapped out of whatever trance he’d been under at the sound of Dan’s furious voice behind him. Milo spun, cursing himself. The guy had a knack for sneaking up behind him like some agile ninja.
“I apologize for this,” Dan said to Colt. “I have strict policy guidelines that I expect my employees to follow. Touching guests inappropriately is grounds for dismal.”
“What’s going on?” the large guy from the dance floor asked as he and Atlas joined them.
“A small issue that I am on top of.” Dan clasped his hands tightly, looking as if he’d have a complete meltdown at any moment. “Milo, please leave the venue immediately.”
“He wasn’t touching me inappropriately,” Colt snarled. “He lost his footing and grabbed me to balance himself. I don’t have an issue with that.”
Wait, what? The only thing Milo had lost was his mind. And had Colt snarled? Why on earth did Milo want to hear that sound again? He needed to focus on keeping Eric’s job instead of what noises came out of Colt.
“Be that as it may,” Dan replied. “I must—”
Atlas held up a hand to silence Dan. “This just seems to be a misunderstanding, Mr.…?”
“Castel,” Dan replied. “The owner of Castel Catering. And you are?”
“My son.” A vision of elegance approached them, her strapless cream-colored dress hugging her petite frame. Despite her short stature, she exuded an air of confidence and grace. Her hair, as dark as the night sky, was artfully swept up with tendrils escaping in strategic places. The strands caught the light from the strung lights, causing them to dance and shimmer like stars in her gray eyes.
“Mrs. Havis.” Dan’s hands clenched tighter together—if the color draining from them was anything to go by—as his nervous gaze shot from Atlas to her. “I was simply informing your other son about the spotless reputation of Castel Catering and our commitment to providing exceptional service. Any wrongdoing or misconduct—”
“Milo tripped and grabbed my waist to balance himself,” Colt said to her as his eyes flashed with anger. “Mr. Castel is trying to fire Milo for inappropriate touching.”
That growly sound erupted in Colt’s throat again, seeming almost animalistic. Milo wanted to back away and draw closer at the same time. What in the hell was wrong with him tonight?
His gaze darted among everyone as his anxiety grew. Eric was going to be furious about this. Jobs weren’t easy to come by in Midnight Falls, and if he was fired…
The large guy glanced at Colt, then at Milo, before turning his attention back to Dan. “Mr. Castel, there’s no need for Milo to be fired over this.”
Dan paled slightly as he opened and closed his mouth a few times. “But I have clear guidelines that must be followed.”
Atlas arched a brow as he regarded Dan with cold gray eyes. “Colt said the guy just lost his footing. You’re telling me that’s grounds to fire someone?”
The large guy chuckled as he clapped Colt on the shoulder. “You see, Mr. Castel? No harm done.”
Dan looked like he wanted to argue further but seemed to think better of it. “Very well,” he said stiffly as he cleared his throat. “I’ll overlook the incident and Milo may stay for the rest of the event.”
This was far from over. Dan had only backed down because guests had rallied around Milo. He was a bit stunned complete strangers had stuck up for him but was thankful they had as Dan walked away.
Mrs. Havis squeezed Milo’s wrist. “I’ll have a word with Mr. Castel later. Something tells me he’s not going to let this go.”
It was as if she’d read his mind.
“I’m just filling in for my uncle,” Milo replied, still worried about Dan. “It’s Eric who’s going to suffer.”
And then Milo would suffer.
“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.” She gave him a reassuring smile, but Milo wasn’t as confident. Even if his uncle wasn’t fired, he would be livid that this had happened.
“Mind telling me what’s really going on?” the tall guy asked Colt when Mrs. Havis returned to the guests she’d been talking to before joining them to help out.
“Dickhead Dan is just an asshole, Kellen,” Colt said. “Okay, so maybe my mate was touching me, but—”
“Your mate?” Kellen’s eyes bulged as his gaze shot to Milo.
