“The details don’t matter.” I run my hand through my hair. “What matters is that I can cross another man off my list.”
Her gaze drops to her phone yet again. It’s the third time in the past ten minutes. I know as a real estate broker she doesn’t clock out at five o’clock the way that I do. She’s on call twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week for her clients.
“Do you have any fun work stories to share?” I shift the subject from men to her. I love hearing about Maya’s work. It’s one of her true passions.
“Since we’re celebrating your belated birthday tonight, I asked Julian to come for dinner too.” Her lips curve into a smile.
I’m not disappointed. I’ve never been close to Grant, Frannie’s husband, and since I’ve never had a brother of my own, I’ve hoped that Julian and I could build a bond that would fill that void in my life.
“Is he on his way?” I glance at the screen of her phone.
“He’s walking in now.” She gestures to the glass door at the entrance of the restaurant.
I look over expecting to see my future brother-in-law. I do, and as Julian lifts his hand to wave in our direction, I spot the handsome man on his heel.
Dressed as he was this morning, but with a late day shadow covering his jaw, Sebastian Wolf smiles at me and my heart skips a solid beat.
“Is business always this brisk?”Sebastian asks after Julian orders a bottle of red wine for the table.
This restaurant just happens to be inside of a Bishop Hotel. That means we’ll get extra special service. The staff straightened up the moment they noticed Julian walking toward our table.
“It’s been a steady increase since we opened.” He reaches for Maya’s hand. “Did you ask Tilly yet?”
Ask me what?
Before I get a chance to blurt that question out, Maya pipes up. “Not yet. I thought we could do it together. You ask Sebastian and I’ll ask Tilly.”
Sebastian clears his throat.
I haven’t glanced in his direction since he sat next to me. He’s been on my mind all day and after my little self-love fest this morning before work, I feel a tinge of guilt. I used my imagination to picture Sebastian naked again. It’s becoming a habit that I doubt I’ll be breaking anytime soon.
“I already asked Sebastian,” Julian says as he runs the pad of his thumb in a circle over my sister’s palm.
Maya’s gaze darts from his face to Sebastian’s. “You said yes, didn’t you? Tell me you said yes.”
“Of course I did.”
I finally look at him, wondering exactly what the question was.
I’m greeted with a sinfully sexy smile and a cock of his left brow. “Matilda will say yes too.”
Yes. Whatever it is, yes.
“Tilly.” Maya taps me on the shoulder and I hesitantly turn to look at her.
My sister’s eyes are welling with tears. She rarely cries so I know that whatever she’s about to say is tugging at her heartstrings.
“What is it, Maya?” I ask softly. “What do you want to ask me?”
“I love you,” she starts with a hiccup. “You’re my best friend. You know that, right?”
I don’t. I always thought Falon Shaw was my sister’s best friend mainly because Maya introduced her that way when I first moved to New York.
I nod. “I love you too.”
“We’re getting married soon.” She looks to Julian with a smile before her gaze settles back on my face. “I want you to be my maid-of-honor. I want you to stand next to me when I marry the love of my life.”
I feel my bottom lip tremble. “Me?”
