“You haven’t overstepped.” I pat his chest. “But I’m good at taking care of myself. I’m careful. I’ll always be careful.”
“That’s all a big brother can ask for.” He smiles. “I’m off to convince the world that Rizon Vodka is always the best choice.”
“Good luck,” I quip as he heads for the door.
“You too,” he calls back.
I’ll need it if I’m going to finish all my orders plus the two he dropped in my lap before noon.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Liam
“What doyou think is going on at that table?” I tap a finger against the glass window.
Keats moves to stand next to me. He peers into the crowded diner. “Which table?”
I point directly to the spot where Athena is sitting. “That one. The one with the guy with the messy brown hair and the woman with the gray scarf around her neck.”
“It doesn’t take a genius to see that they’re eating lunch.” He groans. “I’m jealous. Why are we not inside chowing down?”
Keats was the one who suggested we meet at Crispy Biscuit for lunch. We still haven’t met up for pool and beer since we’ve both been too busy.
“Move it inside.” Keats points at the door. “I’m dying for a club sandwich.”
I was in the mood for the BLT until I saw Athena with another man.
Before I can tell Keats that I’ve lost my appetite, his phone rings.
“Go to hell.” He sighs.
I huff out a laugh. “You don’t even know who is calling you.”
Shaking his head, he chuckles. “Believe me, I know. It’s a client. It’stheclient. My number one. He wants to meet today. I told him to hold it together until I’m done having lunch.”
“Go.” I direct him with a finger in the air.
Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he gives it a glance. “You’re sure, Wolf? Because if I’m honest, he’s more important than you are at the moment.”
“Fuck you,” I bite back with a smile. “Get lost.”
He raises his hand to wave at someone to our left. “Go inside and pick up something to go.”
I glance back at Athena and the suit. He’s got his phone in his palm, and her eyes are glued to it. Their foreheads are almost touching as they both lean in to take a look at whatever the fuck is on the screen.
I turn to face Keats. “I’ll grab something closer to my office.”
“Is she a client?” he questions with a perk of his brow. “You seem surprised to see her here, or is it him?”
“Both.”
He doesn’t need the details. Athena and I didn’t set ground rules. Nothing is stopping her from seeing other men.
“Let’s get the hell out of here.” He points at a black SUV pulling up to the curb in front of the diner. “That’s my ride. We’ll drop you off at your office.”
I should take the offer, but I need to walk and think. “You go. I’m good.”
It’s a lie. I’m not good. I’m jealous as fuck. Whoever Athena is having lunch with right now is the luckiest bastard on the planet.
