They’d been his very first clients, and he’d figured their flirtations had just been meant to put him at ease. That’s how nervous he’d been during their first day together, apologizing incessantly whenever his cell phone rang, stumbling over his feet in his rush to open every door.Relax, kid, their lingering smiles and gentle squeezes seemed to say. Pretend like we’re just the cool parents of one of your friends, and not hard-to-please multi-millionaires looking for their perfect New Orleans getaway.Besides, they’d both seemed super conservative, hardly the type to initiate what came later. Mike Miller was a high-ranking former military man who’d made a bundle off defense contracts; the guy was a man’s man by any generation’s definition, gym built, with a high-and-tight haircut and a handshake so firm it could break a wine glass. So what if he liked to give Shane a little wink whenever his wife wasn’t looking? Some straight guys have goofy ways of ending a sentence—it was better than a thumbs-up, right?While her husband charged his way into each room with intense focus, Sarah Miller seemed to float in behind him on a cloud of Chanel.
