Page 67 of 40 and (So Over) Fixing It
He’d forgotten about Gavin. Damn.
“Erin Jenkins, this is my business partner, Gavin Blackwood,” he said without releasing her.
“Hi.” Erin reached a hand around Carter’s waist since he refused to let go of her hips. “Lily has told me all about you.”
“Not Carter, huh?”
“We had much more important things to discuss,” Carter muttered.
He could feel Gavin’s arrogant smirk, the one his friend always used around gorgeous women. “He’s afraid I’d steal ya away with my seductive Scottish accent.” He laid it on thick for the last few words.
“That too.”
“Don’ be rude, Carter,” Gavin urged him. “Bring yer woman over to sit down.”
They walked back over to their corner, Carter putting Erin in his seat before grabbing a chair from a nearby table. “How did you get here?”
“By airplane.”
Carter chuckled. “Not what I meant.”
Her smirk said she knew that. God, it was good to be with her again.
“Lily. And Emma.”
“What?” His sister? He rubbed the crease forming between his brows. “Please tell me she didn’t call you Erin the Blow-up Doll.”
“I can’t tell you that.”
Gavin’s deep laugh filled their space. “Sounds like Emma.”
Carter cursed under his breath. “I’m gonna kill her.”
Erin relaxed back in her chair. “From what she told me, you say that to her a lot.”
“She earns it a lot.”
“Sounds familiar.” Erin tapped a finger on her chin. “I seem to recall—”
“That was flirting.”
She shook her head, laughing. “No, it wasn’t.”
Gavin was watching them like they were the most interesting ping-pong match he’d ever seen.
The waiter stopped by their table again. “A drink for the lady?”
“Yes…” Carter was just about to suggest Erin’s usual, Jameson with cranberry juice and ginger ale, when she responded.
“Just a ginger ale, please?”
The waiter nodded. “Right away, ma’am.”
Erin grimaced as the man walked away.
Carter took her hand. “What is it?”
“He called me ‘ma’am.’” She said the word like she would if she was calling the waiter a prick. Carter snorted.
