As they entered the building, a tall black man came out of
the docent’s office, stopped in the middle of the hall to read through the
playbill in his hand, then started walking toward the stairs.
Bram jerked to a stop. “Derek Benson Edgefield, come on over
here!”
The man turned around, a big smile on his face. “Bram, you ol’
dog, you!”
Sabrina’s watched in wonder as they did an elaborate knuckle
and elbow thing that ended in both of them yelling out “Panthers forever!”
Bram grabbed the man by his upper arm and pushed him forward.
“Sabrina, I want you to meet Derek Edgefield, my best friend since high school
and the greatest business partner ever.”
The man laughed, a mellow, melodic sound, and put his arm
around Bram’s shoulders. “Better not let Rafe hear you say that or we’ll lose
our finance man.”
Finance man? Business
partner? Was this some kind of joke? Sabrina looked at Bram for an explanation
Bram hurried to explain. “Derek and I are in an investment partnership with Rafe McAllister. He’s our money bags.”
Derek nodded. “Bram is the brains of the operation. Rafe
supplies the money, and I just sit on the sidelines and reap the profit.”
Bram snorted. “Don’t believe him. Derek’s our wheeler
dealer.”
She could believe it. Derek Edgefield had a beautiful voice.
The cadence, the overtones--she could listen to him forever.
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