Jerking a thumb over his shoulder toward me, Gavin huffs out a laugh. “Cason.”
Shaking my head, I button my shirt. “Fuck you, Fuller. You’re thinking of Calvetti’s, aren’t you?”
That turns him back to face me. “I know from experience that you won’t find authentic Italian food like that on the west coast.”
I’d argue the point, but I see no need. If I’ve missed anything about this city, it’s the food at Calvetti’s.
Grabbing my suit jacket, I point at the door. “Let’s go.”
“Can I get a minute to change my clothes?” Emma asks hopefully.
“Take all the time you need,” Gavin replies. “Case and I have some catching up to do.”
“I’ll be quick,” she says before she crosses the room toward the hallway.
Gavin’s gaze follows her every move, so I poke him in the chest.
“What the fuck?” He takes a step back. “Who is she, and more importantly, why the hell is she living here?”
“She’s not,” I answer as I slide my jacket back on. “She’s Drake’s sister.”
His brows perk. “That’s Whitney?”
“Emma,” I correct him.
He takes a second to register that. “That’s Emma Owens? What’s going on between you two?”
“What the hell do you think?” I shoot back.
“I think she’s your best friend’s sister so you’re behaving yourself.” He tugs on the lapels of my jacket to straighten it. “So, what’s she doing here with you?”
“Bad timing,” I answer smoothly. “She came to New York to surprise Drake.”
Furrowing his brow, his gaze darts to the hallway and the closed guestroom door. “Why would she come here when he’s taken off to get hitched?”
“She didn’t know.”
“She didn’t know?” he repeats. “All of Manhattan knew. You knew. How the fuck did she not know?”
It’s a question that I don’t have an answer to. I won’t have an answer until Drake gets in touch, and I have no idea when that will be.
CHAPTER NINE
Emma
Glancingat my reflection in the mirror, I smile. I look nice. I traded the white shorts for skinny black jeans and slipped a pink blazer over my T-shirt. With the addition of two silver necklaces and a brush of my hair, I look good.
It’s not Manhattan chic, but it will have to do.
Sliding on the only pair of heels I brought with me, I spin in a circle.
This is the first time I’ve gone out to dinner in New York with anyone but Drake.
I never expected that I’d be heading to a restaurant with Case and his cousin, but I’m up for any adventure that falls in my path.
Two good-looking, well-dressed men and a glass of red wine is the perfect end to this day.
Cracking open the guestroom door an inch, I freeze when my phone buzzes in my purse.
