I spot the guy a mile away. He’s handsome as hell. There’s a rugged look to him, but he’s dressed nicely. Definitely comes from money or something.
“JJ,” the hostess says when we reach the table. He looks up and his eyes dart to mine. He smiles, getting to his feet.
“Thanks, Stacy.”
“Have a good evening,” she says before walking away.
He holds his hand out. “Nice to see you didn’t stand me up.”
“I’m starving,” I say, shaking his hand before sitting down across from him. He chuckles and takes his seat. “So, this place is nice.”
“One of LA’s best restaurants. Their food is great.”
“Let me guess… you know the chef?”
“Owner, actually.” He grins.
A waiter comes over and asks about drinks. I order a Macallan and he gets the same.
“So, new to town?” he says.
“Well, visiting is more like it.”
“Personal or business?”
“Business.”
“I’m guessing you don’t want to talk about it?” He raises a brow.
“I’m doing a photoshoot,” I say. “And I’m not in the closet or anything.”
“That’s refreshing.” He clears his throat, accepting his drink when the waiter brings them over. “I’m used to getting guys who want a secret hookup.”
“Not worth the trouble to keep secrets,” I say, taking a sip of my drink.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
We order our food, make conversation, and I overall enjoy the company. He’s a cool guy, very to the point. He’s funny. Very flirty. Pretty sure we’ll be going home together tonight. And the best part? I’ve hardly thought of Austen at all.
That is until I get up to use the bathroom and walk by a woman at a table who looks an awful lot like Savannah. It’s possible she’s here for business, Austen mentioned her traveling, but what I don’t understand is why she’s here, at this fancy restaurant, with a guy who isn’t her husband. Sure, it could be business, but this isn’t the business-dinner type of place.
I go to the bathroom, do my business, and when I come back, I carefully try to check her out again to make sure I’m not seeing things. Maybe it’s a doppelganger. I hear we have seven or so people in the world who look just like us. But yeah… that’s definitely Savannah. Fuck. It’s probably innocent. Probably just work. But what are the odds? I swear the universe is just throwing me to the Brewers and hoping I stick or something. Damn.
I take my seat, picking up my drink to finish it off.
“You good?” JJ asks with a concerned look.
“You see that blond girl a few tables behind me?”
His eyes narrow slightly before they dart,subtly,behind me to where she is.
“With the pretentious looking dude who needs to gain a few pounds?”
“That’s the one,” I say with a snicker. “Yeah, I see her.”
“So, she’s my best friend’s wife, and I’m pretty sure she’s here cheating on him.”
JJ’s eyes widen as they come back to settle on me. “Well, fuck.”
