Page 90 of For the Promise

“You’re trouble, Petal.”

“I’m not the one who wasted a good bottle of champagne.”

“You thoroughly enjoyed the champagne.”

I shiver at the deep tone of his voice. I certainly did enjoy myself as he licked the champagne off my naked body. I should add champagne to my shopping list.

We arrive atSmuggler’s Coveand he opens the door for me.

“I like the chivalrous act.”

“Not an act.”

I smile up at him. “Even better.”

He places a hand on my lower back and leads me to the hostess. “Hello, Hazel. We have a reservation.”

“Oh, hi Jaxon. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

He squeezes my hip. “Blossom wanted to come.”

She offers me her hand. “I’m Hazel. Good on you for snagging the one remaining Raider brother.”

My brow furrows. “There are three other single Raider brothers.”

She rolls her eyes. “Miles, Zane, and Kai are children. Especially Miles,” she mutters. “Let me show you to your table.”

“No menu?” I ask once we’re seated in the middle of the restaurant.

“It’s a set menu,” she says before walking off to help another customer.

I lean over the table. “You have to tell me what the deal is.”

Jaxon pushes his glasses up his nose. “The deal?”

“Why Hazel hates Miles.”

“Oh. That deal. Hazel and Miles used to date. He dumped her before he flew off for a surfing competition in Hawaii.”

“What an asshole! Sorry.” I immediately backpedal. “He’s your brother. I shouldn’t be saying he’s an asshole.” I throw my fist in the air. “Go Raider brothers!”

He chuckles as he catches my hand. “You can make fun of Miles as much as you want.”

I narrow my eyes. “Really? Or is this a trick?”

“What kind of trick would this be?”

I forgot Jaxon doesn’t play games. “Never mind.”

The door to the restaurant bangs open and someone shouts, “The bootleggers are here!”

“Oh, goodie.” I rub my hands together. “The show is about to begin.”

A woman rushes into the restaurant and a man chases after her. They aren’t dressed as bootleggers, but maybe the whole point is bootleggers were everyday people? I don’t know.

“Those aren’t bootleggers,” Jaxon whispers.

“You know who they are?”

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