Page 18 of Fortune's Control
“How is she?”
“Fine. She’s fine.” Or so I assumed. “Let’s watch the game.”
“I can’t believe you’d prefer bowling over badminton.”
Our attention switched to pins and strikes as the interrogation ended.
“This isn’t horrible,” I said while opening a second bottle. “These guys are talented.”
“You sound surprised.”
“Little bit, yes.” A knock sounded on the back door, and the beer soured in my stomach. “Can you get that?”
Jack flashed a disapproving expression but didn’t argue. “Lilah, right? Good to see you again.”
Fuck. I leaned over, grabbed the blanket on the sofa, and threw it over my lap.
Lilah walked past him and into the living room, carrying a plate. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“You can’t interrupt bowling. It’s literally impossible,” Jack said with a shrug. “You want some wings?”
Her nose wrinkled with distaste. “No, thanks.” My stomach relaxed as our eyes met. “I made you some brownies to thank you for the phone.”
I grabbed one from the plate she set on the table. “You didn’t need to do that. See you in the morning?”
“Pirate does not know what’s coming.” Lilah fiddled with her shirt hem as her eyes flicked between us. “Well, thanks again.”
I swallowed an entire brownie in one gulp. “Wow, that was amazing.” I picked up another “Jack, you need to try these.”
He took one after shooting me a questioning look, which I ignored. “These are incredible. How did you know Shane loves chocolate?”
“He told me. Okay, I’m going to go since I promised to call Emma back. See you tomorrow.”
She left, and I set my brownie back on thetable.
“Emma?”
“Her friend. I know nothing about her, so don’t ask.”
“You can’t stand chocolate.”
“Your point?”
He stuck out his chin, shaking his head. “No point at all.”
“I’m done with bowling.”
“Then pick something else. I’m not leaving.”
I flipped through the sports channels. “A NASCAR night race.”
“You aren’t a fan.”
“Dad was. I used to watch them with him when we were little. Boone Rivers? That name is familiar.”
“You’re changing the subject.”
“Can’t change a subject once it runs its course,” I said. Jack stood. “Where are you going?”
