Looking at him, I said, “We haven’t eaten yet. We’ll sit and enjoy our dinner. Miles will enjoy his, too—at whichever table is his.”
Even though I’d stepped into the situation mid-course, I could tell he was making her tense. I didn’t think it was because she was intimidated by his physical presence, but something else. It seemed like she didn’t want me to know who he was.
When he held out his hand and introduced himself as Miles Kingston, she sat down like she was defeated. A heavy breath left her mouth.
“You are?”
“Harrison Ryan.”
“Ah,” he said. “The new toy.”
“Nah,” I said. “I don’t squeak. But I assume you’re an old toy? You seem like the squeaky type.”
He looked at her. A shit-eating grin came to his face. “You keep your secrets close, Gigi.” He looked at me again. “I am her fiancé’s brother.”
“Fiancé.” I looked back at her and then met Miles’s eyes again.
“My brother,” he said, like I was simple, “was engaged to her.”
“Was,” I said, catching the past tense.
“Was.” He fixed his suit, nodded at her, and went to his table.
Dinner was quiet. We hardly looked at each other. But Miles kept looking at Gigi with that same shit-eating grin on his face. On one look, I caught him flicking his tongue at her. I stood so abruptly that Gigi’s eyes flew up and her mouth dropped open. I fixed my suit and walked across the restaurant to where he was sitting. He was laughing with a group of guys while a woman sat a bowl of soup in front of him. I really had no idea what I was going to do until I did it.
I slammed his head into the bowl. He tried to come up, but I held him down until he started to blow bubbles.
Satisfied, I let go. I fixed my suit once more, ignoring the stare of the entire restaurant as I walked to our table. Gigi was already standing. I couldn’t read the look on her face. I wasn’t sure if she was pissed or what. If she was, she could fight with me later. I took her hand and we left.