Lindsey was looking between them with amusement. Looked like they knew each other, then. He could get the dirt on Dean from Phaedra once he was gone.
"Nice meetin' ya, Dean," he drawled as the other man bolted for the door.
"You gonna tell me what that's about," he murmured, standing. His lips brushed Phaedra's ear as he spoke, his arm snaking around her waist. "Or you gonna make me ask real nice?"