Page 57 of Billion Dollar Revenge

He slides himself under the table. I frown wide-eyed at him.

“I’m serious,” he seethes.

I bend down to look at him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask.

“My thoughts exactly,” Oliver adds.

“Jemima’s over there,” Harvey announces.

I sit back up and look around.

“Who?”

“The owner of Recaredo Events.”

Harvey is in a suit under a bar’s table, hiding from a woman. I burst out laughing.

Everyone’s heads whip around to me. I know, I know. I never laugh, but I’ve never seen anything more ridiculous in my life.

When I calm myself down, I ask him, “What does she look like?”

“Long brown hair, bright eyes, and curves for days,” he rattles off, and I roll my eyes at how infatuated he is.

“What’s she wearing?” I ask when I see multiple women with that description.

“A navy jacket and skirt.”

Found her. She’s at the bar with a blonde woman, leaning on the bar sipping Mojitos.

“Tell me when she leaves,” he whispers.

“Hate to break it to you, but it doesn't look like she's leaving any time soon.”

“She just got here and ordered a drink,” Richard adds.

“Fucking hell,” he says.

We all chuckle and shake our heads.

We’ve never seen him act this way. His usually cocky demeanor is nowhere to be found.

“Is there another way out of here?” he asks.

Peering around, I look toward the outside area, but he’d have to pass her to leave the bar or to head out back.

“No.”

“You can’t hide under the table until she leaves,” Oliver says.

“I will.”

He lifts and peers over at the bar before ducking back under, at the same time hitting his head on the wood.

“Fuck!”

I chuckle again, my eyes becoming misty. I haven’t ever laughed this much with my brothers.

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