“Either way, you still look good as fuck. Come on, let’s get inside. I made a reservation.”
“Look at you.”
“I had to. This place gets busy on Friday nights.”
“We didn’t have to come here. You didn’t even know if I would join you.”
“Of course, I knew you would, Harp.”
“Yeah right. You literally said you were surprised that I was getting dressed.”
“And I was, but that doesn't mean you weren’t coming. Youwerecoming.”
“I would talk trash, but I’m here, so I guess you got me there.” I shrugged.
“How can I help you?” the hostess asked once it was our turn.
“Reservation for Doctor St. John,” Jase stated.
“Right this way, Doctor St. John. We’ve been expecting you,” she said as she collected a couple of menus.
“Give me something near the bar,” Jase requested, making me glance over at him.
He tightened his grip on my hand as we trailed the hostess at a casual pace. Jase looked so good with his locs up in a messy man bun. His beard was trimmed to perfection only highlighting his full pink lips even more. Jase was dressed in all black, adding to his dark, sexy aura. When we made it to our table, the hostess pulled out my chair, and Jase kissed my hand as I lowered myself into my seat. He finally released my hand and took his seat, but his dark brown eyes never left mine.
“It really doesn’t make any sense how thick and fine you’ve gotten over the years, Harp. The nigga who lost you is a damn fool. No, I’m a damn fool for letting him get to you in the first place.”
I smirked. “I’m with you when you’re right.”
“I’ve always loved your confidence. Keep that energy.” His grin mirrored my own.
“Hi, I’m Marisa. I’ll be your waitress for the night. What can I get you two lovely people to drink tonight?”
Jase ordered a bottle of wine for the table and gave me time to pick out an appetizer before our waitress went on her way. She had barely left the table when a man showed up with a bottle of wine, opening it and filling our glasses before leaving it to rest on the table. I immediately picked up my glass and took a sip, savoring the sweetness of the white wine. I loved a good, sweet wine. He remembered. My eyes flashed up to Jase, but my vision seemed to blur as they focused on something just over his shoulder.
Jordy.
There he was, as beautiful as ever, sitting at the bar while knuckling something brown. Brown liquor was always his preference. His eyes were glued to me in an unreadable expression, but I knew exactly what he was thinking. Tearing my attention off Jordy, I glared at Jase as he held his hands up in mock surrender.
“Was this part of y’all’s agreement?”
“Don’t worry about anything going on in this room if it’s not happening at this table, Harp. Who did you come here with?”
“I’m starting to wonder. Did you tell him to come here?”
“I only told him where we were going. He showed up on his own. You know he’s not letting you too far out of his sight if I’m around.” Jase chuckled. He was enjoying this shit. Of course he was. This was their thing.
“I’m glad you’re so amused by all of this.”
“I’m amused by you. You look so fucking cute when you’re annoyed, Harp.”
“I can’t stand you, and I’m not annoyed,” I lied, chancing another look in Jordy’s direction just to verify that he was still gazing at me. He was.
I put my eyes back on Jase because I refused to let Jordy know how much of an effect he had on me. I was absolutely certain that he knew, but I wasn’t just going to give in to him so willingly.
JoJo looked so good dressed in all black and peering at me through the dark rims of his glasses. Absentmindedly, he sipped his drink, but those probing, dark-brown eyes fastened to me indefinitely. There was something dark and mysterious about Jordy that always tugged at something dark and kinky embedded somewhere deep inside me. He knew it even before I could put my finger on what it was.
Sometimes I couldn’t understand why people couldn’t tell them apart, then I remembered those two or three weeks when I thought they were the same damn person. Something was off, but Jordy was such a layered person that I honestly thought it was just his personality. Sometimes he was playful and fun, and other times, he was quietly charming and attentive. Then again, I was seventeen years old when I met them. I didn’t know shit about shit.
