Page 16 of The Billionaire Player

“There is that,” Mac said, leaning back in his chair as our food arrived.

“Have you figured out how you’re going to do it or is that the real reason you invited us to lunch?” I asked Walker and then turned to Mac and asked, “He’s paying for this, right?”

“He’d better be,” Mac said.

“I’m beginning to wonder why I ever thought to do this with you two,” Walker said and took a bite of his hamburger.

“If we didn’t give you a hard time, then you’d worry. Come on tell us, how are you going to do it?” I asked.

“Yeah, tell us. We want to know,” Mac added.

Walker looked at us as if he wasn’t sure if we were sincere. Whatever he saw when he looked at Mac and me must have convinced him as he put his burger down.

“I was thinking I could take her up to Boston. We did that when we first started dating and it was a memorable evening. Someone suggested I should make a weekend out of it after I had everything figured out. I thought it might be good to take her up there, spend the whole weekend. There’s a restaurant that has a wonderful view of the city and I’m going to rent out the place for the night and then propose.”

“Solid. I like it,” I said with a nod and finished off my salad.

“There are plenty of lovely places to look at the skyline in Manhattan, why not do it here?” Mac asked.

“It wouldn’t be as memorable. Boston has special meaning to them. Though if you whisk her on some romantic weekend to your favorite or special place and then rent out a restaurant for the night, she’s going to know what you’re up to,” I stated.

“The woman already knows practically everything I’m going to do; this wouldn’t be any different. Plus, she’s going up that week to meet with Bash. I told her I would meet up with her for the weekend,” Walker said.

“Then surprise her by proposing when she would least expect it, like walking down the street or first thing in the morning,” Mac said.

“You mean before the dinner or after? She’d be upset if I didn’t do it at the restaurant or think that I’m never going to. I can’t have that. Maybe I could do it on the plane coming back. We have some good memories there,” Walker said.

“More information than I wanted,” Mac said.

“Good on you, little brother,” I said.

“I didn’t need the advice, but I appreciate it anyway,” Walker said.

“Which means that he doesn’t want any more advice and we should shut up,” I said.

“He was always going to do whatever he wanted to do and never listened to us,” Mac said.

“I listened to you. You just never let me do anything that I wanted to do,” Walker interjected.

“That was because you always wanted to do the strangest things,” Mac said.

“Learning how to ski with a kite could have been the hottest sport ever if we had just spent some time on it,” Walker said.

“Until you sail into a mountain or a tree. I think it was best that Mom vetoed that idea quicker than anyone else, and she was the one who never said no to you,” Mac said.

“Me? You were Mom’s favorite,” Walker stated.

“We all know who Mom’s favorite one is,” Mac said.

“Bailey,” we said in unison.

“But she’s ours too. Why isn’t she here?” I asked.

“She had a meeting she couldn’t get out of,” Walker said.

“Aren’t you the boss? Couldn’t you have pulled some strings, changed the meeting, something?” Mac asked.

“I could have but I wanted it to be just us. If I had known you two would spend the entire lunch ganging up on me, I would have reconsidered.”

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