Page 114 of The Good Girl

There is something familiar about him, but I can’t figure out why until Nevaeh spots him. “Ambros. What are you doing here?”

The MMA fighter?

“My sister heard you were going to be here from a friend, and she insisted I bring her. She’s just exchanging bracelets with someone. I swear it’s a Taylor Swift concert or something.”

“You a Swiftie, Ambros?” Nevaeh teases as she stands up and moves around the table to hug him. I hook my finger in the waistband of her skirt and stop her.

“Nothing sexier than a woman with confidence and the talent to back it up. Hell yeah, I’m a Swiftie.”

His eyes move to me. He holds out his hand for me to shake. “I’m guessing you’re Mr. Cherry Popper?”

“These books are heavy, Ambros. Don’t make me knock you out with one,” Nevaeh warns him as I laugh.

I stand up and shake his hand. “Havoc.”

“Ambros. Nice to meet you. Glad you guys worked it out. Guess I’m more like my sister than I realized because I’m a sucker for a happy ending too.”

“Are you talking about me again?” A pretty brunette walks up to Ambros and elbows him before her eyes land on Nevaeh, and she freezes. “You’re Celeste Sky,” she whispers reverently.

“Oh boy,” Ambros mutters, sounding amused.

“I’ve read everything you’ve ever written. You’re my favorite author. I can’t believe it’s you. I must be dreaming. Somebody pinch me.”

Ambros obliges her.

She smacks him in the chest. “Ass, that hurt.”

“Just snapping you out of it. You got a little crazy there.”

“I did not, right?” She looks at me. I can’t help but laugh.

“It’s the eyes. I half expected you to tackle her to the ground.”

“Don’t listen to him. I’m always happy to meet a fan, and honestly, I’m worse. You should have seen me when I met Winter James a few years back. I swear I forgot the English language entirely and just made a series of grunting sounds. I might have even cried a little. It was bad.”

“I met her once, too. She was really nice, though I found it hard to concentrate with all her men there.” She fans herself.

I look to Nevaeh, having no clue who Winter James is.

“She’s an author from the UK. She currently has a sexy harem of men. They own an exclusive nightclub in London, I believe.”

I narrow my eyes at her so she doesn’t get any funny ideas.

She taps my chest and laughs. “One man is more than enough for me.” She turns to the woman. “I have a friend who has a biker harem. One of them used to be the president of Raven Souls before Havoc took over.”

“Oooh, biker MC trumps nightclub moguls. Suits are sexy, but bikers…” She trails off, looking embarrassed when she remembers I’m standing there, too.

“Don’t mind me, I agree. Bikers are better.”

Ambros groans. “Please don’t encourage her. You’re happily married, Ella, remember?”

“Happy married and in love with a dozen book boyfriends. It’s the best of both words.”

She opens her mouth to say something to Nevaeh when the sound of gunfire rips through the room. I throw myself at Neveah and take her to the floor.

The sound of screaming and shattered glass ring out around us as I shove Nevaeh under the table, knowing the tablecloth will hide her. A second later, Ella is shoved under from the other side.

“Stay here,” I bark at them both before crawling around the side of the table, bumping into Ambros.

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