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stood in front of a mixer, probably preparing a dessert. Once Brandon had tried to hire him for the Red Cactus. He was glad that God and the Master of Breath hadn’t let it happen. While they both loved Faith, their feelings for each other were in the gray area.
    “Hi, Henri, I need to talk with you.”
    The French chef picked up a spatula and held it to the side of the mixing bowl. “I’m sure you don’t allow people to interrupt you while you’re creating a masterpiece.”
    “It’s about Faith.”
    His head snapped up. Fear leaped into his dark eyes.
    Brandon reached out to steady the man who was at least a foot shorter. “Both parents are here and she needs your help.” The words weren’t as difficult to get out as he’d expected. If not for Faith, he’d never ask Henri anything.
    Henri shut off the mixer and motioned Brandon to follow him into the storage room. Their staff was like a family, but sometimes each family member didn’t need to know everything.
    “I’m listening.”
    Since his arms weren’t crossed, and he wasn’t posturing, Brandon took that as a good sign. “They’re here to remodel their old house that I bought for us.” Brandon blew out a breath and rubbed the back of his neck. Although Henri had come after Mrs. McBride’s second marriage, many of the employees had worked there before Duncan was born. “She loves both of them. She’s with her mother now. Her father went to his room a bit earlier. Faith said she’d order him room service, but I’m not sure she had the time. Her mother probably needs a tray as well, but I’m not sure she’ll eat.”
    Henri was silent for several seconds. “I know what each prefers. I’ll personally prepare small portions and deliver it myself. I’ll give them my personal cell phone number so they won’t have to go through room service and coordinate everything with Faith.” He tilted his head to one side. “Is there anything else you can think of that I could do?”
    If the proud and arrogant chef had dropped to the floor to break-dance, Brandon wouldn’t have been any more surprised by the question. But then he was proud and arrogant as well. Just a couple of the reasons they butted heads. Yet, as he’d known, they’d each do anything for Faith. “No. Thank you.”
    “Well, then, if you’ll please leave, I have work to do.” Henri crossed his arms over his chest.
    Back to square one, but now Faith wouldn’t have so much to worry about. “Thank you.” Brandon left, the words only marginally sticking in his throat.
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    Once in Faith’s office, Brandon called his assistant manager to tell her he wasn’t sure when he’d return, then he texted Faith that he’d wait in her office for her, and told her that he’d spoken with Henri about food for her parents. He had no intention of leaving until he saw how she was doing.
    Growing up, he and his siblings were known around town as the Grayson Brood. They had lost their father, an airline pilot, when Luke, his oldest brother, was just nine years old. It had been just them and their mother, Ruth Grayson. They couldn’t have asked for a better mother or life.
    Their mother loved them unconditionally, but she never let them get away with anything. She had an uncanny perception that always put her two steps ahead of them, perhaps because she was full-blood Muscogee American Indian. Or perhaps some mothers were just more attuned to their children.
    In any case, they were all glad she was since her uncanny matchmaking ability was responsible for all of them finding love and happiness. Except Sierra, who liked to remind them on occasion that she’d picked out Blade. Since they’d always catered to her, loved her and Blade, none of the four brothers minded, especially when they all were so happy.
    His cell phone rang. Sierra . Intelligent, successful, and the baby and only girl of the family. She’d once been kidnapped because of her connection to Blade. He’d made sure