Page 311 of The Maxwell Brothers
She frowned, looking fucking adorable as she inspected the bottle, trying to figure out how to best unwrap it.
"Ready!" she said. "Three, two, one!"
Pop!
The cork flew right into a passing waiter’s face. She clasped a hand over her mouth, immediately rising to her feet. I got up too.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" she asked.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," he said. "Careful next time. Your target might not be as laid back as me."
The kid was a little too snarky for me, and I didn’t like his attitude one bit.
“She apologized. Get over it," I snapped.
"Declan, come on. It was my fault.” She turned to the waiter. “Are you sure you're not hurt?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." He looked like he wanted to add something else, but I cocked a brow, and he scurried away.
Liz looked after him, biting her lip. “Maybe someone should check on him.”
“Liz, you hit his forehead, not his eye. It was an honest mistake. He’ll be fine. Relax.”
She grimaced, glancing at the bottle as we both sat down. “Should have probably pointed it upward.”
“Yes, next time.”
“It’s the first time I’d ever done it.”
“Here, I’ll pour.”
She handed me the champagne with a pout.
I filled our glasses before putting the bottle back in the ice bucket. We clinked the glasses together, and then she took a huge sip.
“Mmm… this is good. I can’t believe this was my last day at work and that I’m going to be self-employed from now on. It’s so exciting.”
“Think you’ll miss work?”
“I don’t know. I guess I’ll see. It was funny today at the bar. One of my coworkers actually asked me out. Can you believe that?"
"What?" I asked, not finding it funny in the slightest.
"Yeah, he basically said he couldn't work up the courage when we were colleagues but would now love to take me out."
"What did you say?"
She looked up at me with wide eyes. "I said no, of course." Shrugging, she added, "I told him we could go out as friends any time."
I stilled. "You think a guy who asked you out wants to be just friends?" I asked incredulously.
"I don't know. I thought it was a polite way to turn him down. I honestly don't think he’ll call. He looked disappointed."
"What will you tell him if he calls?" I insisted.
Liz took another sip of her drink, emptying it, then put it down, playing with the stem between her fingers.
"Declan, you can’t tell me who I can and can’t be friends with."
