“Two bad days, you mean.”
“Okay, maybe he’s just an asshole every day, and that’s something you’ll have to get used to, but you can’t let Maggie down, right?”
I gasp. “Whose side are you on, Gavin?”
“Yeah. Whose side are you on,Gavin?”
My head whips to the side—to the grumpy voice I’ve become all too familiar with. His green eyes peer into mine.
What’s he doing here?
CHAPTER 9
Megan
Gavin scoots his chair backward.“I think I’ll go?—”
“Sit down,” Chase says, his tone unwavering.
“Yup. Sitting,” Gavin says, scooting back up to the spot he just held. He looks at me and grimaces before looking away.
I laugh in confusion. “What the hell is going on here?”
Gavin settles in as if resigned to what’s to come. On the other hand, Chase gives me a look like I’m a fool.
Words are on the tip of my tongue, and my lips part to launch them into the air. I turn to Chase … and then stop.
My head swivels back to Gavin, and I gasp.
Broad shoulders.
Green eyes.
Overconfidence.
My jaw drops. “Gavin, you little shit.”
He holds his hands out to the sides. “What?”
“How do you know her?” Chase asks, focusing his gaze on Gavin.
“Her?” Gavin nods toward me, his face paling. “I don’treallyknow her. She’s … a customer.”
“A customer?” I ask, making Gavin flinch. I point at Chase. “And how doyouknowhim?”
“Him?” Gavin sneaks a look at Chase and then quickly looks at me again. “I don’t really know him?—”
“Really?” Chase barks. “You don’t know me?”
Gavin cringes. Again.
The twinkle in his eye. His growing amusement …
“You’re related, aren’t you?” I ask, my blood pressure rising. “What are you—brothers?”
Chase drags a chair from a neighboring table to ours. It screeches as the legs dig into the laminate floor. Even in my state of shock, I can’t help but notice how his ass fills out his jeans.
Now is not the time, Megan.
