Emilee shrugs. “We just don’t want to wait.” She winks at Jasmine as she adds, “And I put you down for a plus one. Who are you bringing?”
Jasmine waves her off. “I’m riding solo.”
“You’ll be riding something.” Emilee laughs.
“As long as it’s not Trenton.” Haven pulls her lip back with disgust at the name.
“Okay, ladies, we have to go. We have a meeting with the rest of the Kings in ten.” Titan leans down and kisses Emilee on the forehead. “We just came by to say hello.”
The couples say their goodbyes, and once we’re alone, Jasmine speaks. “We need to go shopping after this.”
“I’m down,” Emilee says. “Then I’ll come over to your shop?” she asks me.
“Of course,” I answer.
“Sure, I’m in,” Haven says. “Occasion?”
Jasmine elbows me. “April has a date with Grave tonight.”
Emilee gasps. “No fucking way!”
“That’s awesome.” Haven tilts her head to the side, smiling. “This must mean he’s done with Lucy.” She shakes her head and points at Jasmine. “She’s as bad as you are with Trenton.”
“Who is Lucy?” I ask. I know nothing about Grave except what I read on the internet. And all that told me was that he is the youngest heir to Kingdom and the most likely to end up in prison. He had a few mugshots for DUIs and reckless behavior. It’s no secret why Kyle Reed is known as Grave—the guy has a death wish. He’s an adrenaline junkie.
“Lucy is a train wreck,” Haven answers.
“They have a bad past,” Emilee adds.
Haven snorts. “I was never friends with her. Hell, I didn’t even know who she was until recently. But she’s bad for Grave. Feeds into his addiction.”
Before I can ask what she means by that, the waitress appears at our table and takes our orders.
TWELVE
GRAVE
I’M SITTING AT my desk when my office phone rings. “Hello?” I answer.
“Hey, babe,” Lucy says.
I sigh. I’ve been ignoring her calls all week. “Hey.”
“I’ve been calling you,” she says, and I can practically hear her pouting.
“Been busy working,” I say truthfully. We had meetings all day. My brother is up my ass, and Titan still looks at me like he wants to smash my face in for my comment about his fiancée sucking my dick. “What did you need?”
“I’m going to be at the Airport tonight. Want to go?”
“No. Not tonight,” I answer as my door opens. “Hey, I need to go.”
“Wait—”
I hang up. “What do you want, Bones?” I ask, watching him enter my office.
He comes to stand in front of my desk with his tatted arms crossed over his chest. “I’m leaving tonight for New York,” he states.
“And?” I ask.
