Lincoln turns to me. “White wine?”
I nod my head in agreement.
“White wine and a whiskey on ice.”
After we get our drinks, he downs his whiskey in one sip, then places the glass down and asks for another. I look down at my wine, which I haven’t even taken a sip of yet.
“Lincoln,” a woman’s voice says behind me.
I turn around, and another bombshell woman—this one brunette—approaches and gives him a hug.
“Hey, Soph.”
“I didn’t think you’d come.” She pushes his chest.
He opens his arms. “Here I am.”
“Who is this?” she asks as she looks me up and down with a critical eye.
“This is my assistant, Kylie,” he says as he places his hand on my lower back.
“Hi, Kylie. I’m Sophia, Lincoln’s sister.”
“Oh,” I reply, trying to mask my surprise. I didn’t know he also had a sister. “Nice to meet you, Sophia.”
“I didn’t realize Lincoln brought his assistants to family events now,” she says mischievously.
Okay, this was obviously a bad idea. Who knew these people were going to be so forthcoming with their assumptions of the nature of our relationship. One thing is clear: Lincoln does not get along with his family. I can see why he wanted me here with him.
“You made it.” A man appears and slaps Lincoln on the back.
He looks just like Lincoln, but a bit shorter and without such sharp features. It must be Jace.
“Hey. Congratulations.” Lincoln shakes his hand and offers a hug. “I’m really happy for you and Danielle.”
“Thanks, man. It’s been a long time coming. She’s over the moon about planning the wedding,” he says proudly. “Her father already booked The Plaza.”
Just then, a tiny blonde inserts herself in between Sophia and Jace. “Did I hear The Plaza?”
“Danielle.” Lincoln leans forward and kisses her on the cheek. Apparently, a kiss on the cheek is something wealthy people do. “Congratulations, soon-to-be sister.”
“I’m so excited. I hear Jace told you my dad was able to book The Plaza,” she starts up. “It’s like a dream.”
“I wish you two all the happiness,” Lincoln replies as he holds up his glass.
“Who is this?” Jace looks in my direction with interest.
Here we go.
“This is my assistant, Kylie. We actually have to head out soon and get back to work.”
“Nice to meet you, Kylie. I’m sure you live quite the stressful life if you’re this man’s assistant.”
I laugh softly. “I guess you could say that. He keeps me on my toes,” I say as I look up at Lincoln.
He looks down at me with the first honest smile of the evening. Those creases at the corners of his eyes—I could just kiss them.
“I’m not that bad, am I?”