Page 210 of The Billion Heirs Boxed Set
I still love her.
Fuck.
“You still have to eat, Chance,” Austin reminds me.
I grab my hat off the peg by the door. “Fine. I’ll go.”
Sitting in a chair at the end of a wooden booth with my brothers and their two ladies doesn’t make me a fifth wheel at all. I roll my eyes. Every time a server walks by, I get bumped.
“Why the hell didn’t they give us one of those round tables?” I grumble.
“Let’s ask them to change,” Sadie says. “It shouldn’t be any trouble.”
“Are you kidding me?” I roll my eyes. “This place is packed.”
Another whomp to the back of my head.
“Sorry, sir,” a server says with a smile. “I’m Amy and I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Can I start you with anything to drink?”
“God, yes,” I say. “Whatever you’ve got on tap, as long as it’s cold and frothy.” Then I feel like a heel for not allowing the ladies to order first. “Sorry,” I mumble.
“I’ll have a glass of Chardonnay,” Sadie says.
“Just mineral water.” Carly smiles.
“For your beer, sir,” Amy continues, “we have Budweiser, Coors Extra Gold, and Guinness.”
“Guinness.”
“Very good.” She nods to Austin.
“I’ll have a Guinness, too.”
“And you?” To Miles.
“Scotch. Neat.”
“Any particular brand?”
“The well brand is fine.”
She nods as she uses a palm-held ordering device. “Perfect. Would you like to order an appetizer?”
God, can this ever end?
Carly and Sadie discuss the merits of calamari over shrimp cocktail while the hostess walks by with more patrons, jarring the back of my chair once more.
“Damn,” I can’t help mumbling, as I look over my shoulder.
My stomach plummets.
A man and a woman are settling into a booth—Avery Marsh and her partner, Roy Jarvis.
Of course, Avery takes the side of the booth that faces me. Maybe she senses I’m staring. Maybe it’s because she’s an FBI agent. Whatever the reason, she looks up and sees me.
Her eyes widen for a split second. Then they narrow. She’s not happy to see me for sure, but damn…she looks like sex on a stick. Her blond hair is down now, flowing over her shoulders. Her lips are full and pink, and those blue eyes…
“Mozzarella sticks?”
