"You couldn't have refused the lunch invitation," Aiden said as though he could read Amelia's mind. "Daddy dearest had given his order. I am told to drag you out for a meal by hook or by crook."
"Aren't you an obedient son," Amelia commented.
Aiden merely chortled in good humor. "Hard not to be, when I depend on the old man for some pocket change," he said. "My brother has been in charge of X'el International for years, refusing to let anyone else step up and learn the ropes even though it's a family business. I am reduced to the need to find jobs in odd corners of the city."
He then gestured to the motorcycle outside, parked on the street.
"Why else would I race?" he asked. "If I could sit in a fancy office all day and sign documents just to take a fat paycheck, I would too."
Amelia wrinkled her nose. "Matteo's job isn't as easy as signing a few papers all day."
