“Triple shit.” Blake curses again.
“What is it?” I try to lean forward and to the side to get a look at the phone screen, but Blake brings it closer to her face.
“They’re hot!” She exclaims, then looks at me with a smirk. “I didn’t know you were into older men. I saw Rory last night, but I didn’t know the other two were silver foxes as well.”
“Didn’t exactly know that about myself either,” I mumble.
“There’s an article. ‘Rory Bishop, Hunter Reed, and Luke Ellis make an appearance at the annual Rose and Gold Gala.’ It looks like a black-tie event put on by some old-money family to raise money for pediatric cancer research.”
“They support charity. Green flag.” I pretend to wave a little flag in my hand.
She cocks her head to the side. “It says here that they’re the founders of RHL Solutions, which we already know.”
“Yes.”
She taps at the screen again. “It’s a security company specializing in physical, cyber and information, and technology.” Blake lowers the screen to ask, “Did we know all of that?”
“We didn’t know the physical security part,” I state.
Blake resumes reading, then sucks in a sharp breath. “Fuck a duck. Oh my God.”
“What is it now?” I groan.
She blinks at the screen with arched brows. “They’re not just rich. They’re richer than rich.”
My brows scrunch together. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Each one of them is worth billions.Billions.” She raises her voice, emphasizing the last word heavily.
A wave of inadequacy makes my stomach twist in knots. I knew they had money, but I didn’t realize it wasthatmuch.
My phone vibrates, and Blake hands it over to me. “Oh. You got a text from Mocha Lisa.”
I read the message and groan. “Someone can’t make it in, and the owner is asking me to cover the shift.” Gathering my things in my arms, I slide my jacket on and stand. “I have to go.”
We give each other a hug, and I head for the subway.
The pinch in my chest grows until it forms into a full-on ache, making it hard to breathe. I’m being ridiculous. It’s clear Hunter, Rory, and Luke don’t care about appearances. They know I’m not sitting on a pile of cash. I’m a barista, for God’s sake.
But I’m having a hard time ignoring the little voice telling me that I’m not enough.
CHAPTER 17
LUKE
Breathe. Just breathe.
I can’t remember the last time I actually went out on a date that I set up on my own. In recent years, it’s been blind dates or being set up with someone’s cousin or neighbor.
This time, I’m about to take a beautiful woman, who has plagued my thoughts ceaselessly out on a date that I hope she likes. I feel like I’m in high school again.
Savannah isn’t exactly aware of the date. I’m calling it a surprise because admitting that I’ve been waiting outside Mocha Lisa for Savannah’s shift to end sounds a bit stalkerish, and I’d rather not put myself in that category just yet. It’s not like I have a tracking device on her.
That’s not a half-bad idea…
The door of Mocha Lisa swings open, but it’s just a couple exiting as they cling to each other to keep warm in the cold.
A few moments later, another person steps out of Mocha Lisa, and I’m stunned.
