Page 49 of The Opposite of Romance
“Romance.”
Instead of chuckling or checking to see if I’m joking, he nods at me seriously, as if impressed. I don’t need to impress this man that I barely know, but it’s definitely a plus in his column.
My lips pull up into a smile, probably the first real one today. Just as they do, my eye catches on a figure passing near our table.
Logan.
In a dark blue polo, he’s the most put together I have ever seen him. But his eyes don’t scream put together. No, they are narrowed in anger as they focus on my left.What is he looking at?
I bring my gaze to the same side only to discover he’s zeroed in on Jaxon.Do they know each other?
Wanting to interrupt this awkward, silent face-off, I say the first thing that pops into my mind. “Logan.”Great thinking, Einstein.
“Sadie. Didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Oh, you know. I’m not just trapped in that house you typically see me in.”
“I guess not.” His gaze lands back on my date. Someone calls him from the corner booth, and he waves back.
“Seems like you’re needed.” I smile. “Have a nice evening.”
“Yeah, you too,” he mumbles before shooting Jaxon another glare and leaving for the corner booth where two guys around his age await him.
This was weird. It was weird, right? It’s probably because I’m not used to seeing him out of his work environment. Also, this weird mood he’s in.
I turn back to Jaxon only to notice his eyebrow raised up.
“Oh, that was Logan.” I let out a nervous giggle. “He’s building me a deck.”
He shoots me a knowing smirk, though I have no idea what it’s about. Our food arrives and the server almost drops Jaxon’s plate, his hands shaking.
It’s a skinny kid in his early twenties, so I shoot him a warm smile, but Jaxon’s glare overpowers it.
“Watch it,” Jaxon says through gritted teeth.
The kid nods profusely before making himself scarce.
I focus on my plate, which is a delicious pasta carbonara, but only a minute after, another server approaches us, tattoos peeking out of his white shirt. He gives me a polite nod and leans down to whisper something in Jaxon’s ear. His brows furrow as his jaw locks, and I have a feeling I’m somewhere I’m not supposed to be.
The server leaves, and I pick the food on my plate, trying to calm my nerves. I don’t know what’s going on, but by the hairs standing up on my neck, I’d say nothing good.
Soon, another man approaches our table, a short and chubby older gentleman. “I hope you’re enjoying your meal, Mr. Larsen. I’m sorry for any inconvenience.” He hesitates, so Jaxon intervenes.
“Spit it out.”
He glances at me with apology in his eyes before turning back to Jaxon.
“The shipment. It’s arrived.” His voice is low and tempered.
Jaxon grits his teeth. “Now? It’s supposed to come tomorrow.”
“Yes, now. I’m not sure what happened.”
Rage drips from Jaxon’s expression, and my heart is pounding in my chest. Sandy was right the first time. I’m an idiot for thinking that I could have sex with a fucking gangster.
Maybe I know too much now? Oh God, I’m getting lightheaded.
Jaxon finally looks at me and forces an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry about this, Sadie. But looks like I need to leave.”
