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Sarah was concerned. Gideon still looked like he wanted to punch him. Thankfully, there was space separating the two men. When they reached the table, Gabe slid into the booth next to her. Gideon rolled his eyes and took the chair across from her.
    The waiter appeared to refill the men’s wine glasses shortly after the steaks arrived.
    “Are you sure I can’t talk you into having a sip?” Gabe asked.
    Sarah shook her head. She was three years sober, and she refused to go back to that dark place.
    “She’s already said no,” Gideon growled.
    “Too bad.” Gabe watched her over the rim of his glass for a moment before taking a sip. “It’s really good.”
    “I’ll take your word for it.” She pulled her phone out of her purse and scanned tomorrow’s schedule. “Gideon, will you be up for yoga in the morning before reporting to the set?”
    “Sure.”
    She entered that into her schedule. “Perfect. I’ll make sure you get up in time for that.”
    “Yoga?” Gabe raised one brow. “You really have been living on the West Coast too long.”
    “It’s actually very beneficial.” Gideon cut into the wagyu filet topped with truffle butter. “It keeps you strong, flexible, and relaxed, more in tune with your body.”
    Sarah suppressed a smile. It was the same argument she’d given him years ago when she was trying to convince him to give yoga a try. It was the one thing she credited for her recovery from the accident.
    Much to her surprise, Gabe actually seemed to contemplate the reasons. “Interesting. Might have to give it a try.”
    She did a subtle appraisal of his physique. Gabe looked like the type who preferred to lift weights in the gym. Well-muscled, but a little stiff in his shoulders and hips. Yoga would do him some good, but she could practically see Gideon blowing a gasket if she invited him to join them in the morning.
    She put away her phone so she could focus on keeping the two boys apart for the rest of the meal. “I understand you’re from New York,” she said to Gabe, hoping to divert some of the tension. “What made you want to come to Hollywood?”
    “Why not?” He tried to sound blasé about it, but there was a hint of something more to his response.
    “Well, there are plenty of acting opportunities back there.”
    “Especially as well connected as your family is,” Gideon added.
    Gabe gripped his wine glass so tightly, Sarah feared it would snap in his hand. Thankfully, he had enough class not to toss out a similar jab to Gideon. Both men came from well-to-do families. Both of them could quit acting whenever they wanted and still live a lavish lifestyle.
    Gabe took another sip of wine, and his temper seemed to cool. “I’d love to do a stint on Broadway one day, but I came out to LA to attend USC, and here is where my career took off. It just worked out that way.”
    Of course, it helped that Gabe was easy on the eyes. He was tall with dark brown hair, warm brown eyes, and a perfect bronze glow to his skin that spoke of hours in the sun. Plus, there was a certain je ne sais quoi about him, an air of worldliness that intrigued her. She’d seen enough pretty boys in the biz, but Gabe was more than just a hot bod.
    Too bad he suffered from the same plight as Gideon—getting cast as the eye candy instead of getting the juicy roles that serious actors craved.
    The roles she’d once been offered before she destroyed her career.
    “What about you, Sarah? Are you an aspiring actress?”
    Gideon choked on his wine across the table.
    Sarah would’ve done the same if she’d been drinking when Gabe asked his question. Instead, her mouth went dry, and her stomach suddenly felt like she’d eaten an entire cow instead of a few bites of steak.
    “What?” Gabe asked, both brows raised in mock innocence. “She’s obviously very attractive, and it’s not unheard of for young actors to take odd jobs until they get their big break.”
    Oh, if he only knew…
    Thankfully, Gideon answered