Page 138 of Destined Lovers

I don’t want to stereotype, but I’m pretty sure I’m getting gay vibes from Marco, and with the way he’s dressed, I can’t imagine any straight man putting that together without help.

I can’t even put it together.

“They’ll be here any second. Sadie just texted,” Wills finally speaks.

Declan releases his hand from my neck, reaches around, pulls my bottom lip from my teeth, and smirks.

Cheeky arsehole.

“Okay, well, this is awkward as fuck,” Jackson says, and I can’t help but burst out laughing.

I like him already. He’s the fun one, I can tell.

“So, how did you meet?” Marco asks. Glad we are finally breaking the ice.

“Let’s wait until the girls get here. I’m sure they will have a million and one questions,” Declan answers as the front door opens, and a whirlwind of a kid runs through the restaurant and flings herself into Wills’s body.

“Daddy,” she screeches and throws her arms around his neck.

“Hello, my princess.” He kisses her softly on the head and squeezes her tight. “I missed you.”

“Oh fuck off, you just saw her ten minutes ago.”

“Jackson, watch your mouth,” Wills chastises.

“Yeah, fuck is a bad word, Uncle Jack.” Wills groans and Jackson tries to suppress a laugh.

“I’m sorry, baby girl. Uncle Jack didn’t mean it.”

“Otay,” she says with the cutest lisp. Her accent is American too, but she called Wills daddy. He is the epitome of a posh Englishman, so I wonder what their story is.

I watch Wills rub Charlie’s back and continuously place small kisses on her face as she giggles and tries to kiss him back.

This is not the same Wills that I was introduced to earlier.

They finally stop with the kiss attack, and she turns her head in our direction.

“Hi, Uncle Dec.” She waves, then turns toward me and scrunches up her face. “Who are you?”

“Charlotte Rose,” a woman’s voice from behind speaks sternly.

I turn my head slightly to see three women standing at the table.

Am I in fecking la la land?

They are all beautiful and well-dressed. I all of a sudden feel highly self-conscious.

I look down at my flowy boho dress and heeled boots. Charlie is even dressed nicer than me.

How can these many good-looking people be in one place at one time? I honestly think my eyes are playing a trick on me.

It’s hard not to look them up and down. I think the whole restaurant, or the men, are doing the same.

Declan stands to greet them and hugs the one closest to me. “Hi, Slim,” he says softly, kissing her head while holding her tight to his body.

A pang of jealousy washes over me—he even has a nickname for her.

Still, with his arm around her, he turns toward me.

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