Page 58 of Billion Dollar Revenge

Movement has my eyes flicking up.

“Oh shit,” I say.

“She's coming over,” Richard adds.

“Harvey, is that you?” The woman looks to be in her early forties. She crouches down and Harvey grabs my leg.

I roll my lips together, preventing another foreign laugh.

My brothers and friends are already laughing hysterically.

I guess she got her answer.

“Why are you under the table?”

“You know why,” he says.

She tips her head back and cackles. She finds this whole thing just as funny as we all do.

I pop a few fries in my mouth.

He finally pulls himself out. His face pinched tight as he scowls at her. He’s a lot taller than her, but she stands proud and eyes him down.

They are standing opposite one another, in an epic staring battle. While we all sit here watching them like it's a TV show.

“Your?” she starts.

Harvey finally speaks quickly, cutting her off. “Let’s not talk about it here.”

“Why?” she counters, crossing her arms.

He sighs heavily, as if annoyed by this conversation. “This is not the place, nor the time.”

Her eyebrow quirks as she looks at the table, clearly unbothered by the audience. “I’ll talk to you about thistomorrow.” Spinning on her heel, she struts away. He watches her like a lost puppy until she returns to the bar with her friend.

I watch Harvey's face, hard lines form, but there’s a softness in his eyes as he looks at her. He doesn’t look away until Richard speaks.

“She’s feisty. I like her.”

Harvey rubs the back of his neck as he takes his seat again. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

I just shake my head and go back to eating.

My wings and fries are cold now but still just as tasty.

The table resumes chatting and watching the TV screen.

I don’t miss the way he peers over in her direction.

She doesn't turn around once to look back at him.

I can tell he wants her. But I also know my brothers are as stubborn as I am.

He’s not interested in love right now; he's the playboy of us. But Jemima is different. She’s older, feisty, and smart. The opposite type to his usual hookups.

We settle in for the next hour, watching the Eels win.

Before I call it a night, I text Chelsea again. She tells me she has one class left at her old studio.

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