Lindsey had just located the folder stuffed with crumpled menus collected from restraunts all around town when he heard the familiar feminine voice accompanying a deeper one. Tossing the handful of menus back down, he stood up straighter, taking in the newcomer.
He held out his hand. "And I'm fully willing to listen," Lindsey replied, a hint of a smirk appearing. He recognized the stance, the way the man carried himself. While he had no sixth sense to recognize that he might not be human, it was clear in his body language. He was powerful and he knew it. He commanded respect and if Lindsey were to guess, barely ever lost when challenged.
It was going to be an interesting talk. "We'll take what little we can get," Lindsey said, giving Charlie a smile. "Though I'm finding out sometimes it's easier just to talk to them ourselves lately." He held his hand out for the files she held. There had not been one day that Lindsey had regretted bringing Charlie to the firm to work with him.
His expresson lit up briefly at the mention of Antonio's. "You are amazing," he said, trying to keep his enthusiasm down and silently praising Charlie for damn well near reading his mind. He knocked on his secretary's desk. "Sarah, could you have some plates and napkins delivered to my office?" Before the woman could nod, Lindsey turned back to his guest.
"If you would follow me, Drake, we can talk more comfortably in my office. Charlie? You want to sit in on this one, offer some thought?" he asked.