“I believe you.” Lincoln smirked. “I ran into Bella.”
Lucas ignored the comment and walked over to a closet. He pulled his suit coat from a hanger and slipped it on. “You wearing that to dinner?” he asked, appraising Lincoln’s attire.
“Yes. What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
Lincoln was comfortable with his black V-neck and blue jeans. Hell, he had on a jacket.
“Nothing. But we are going to a five-star restaurant.”
“And? Look,youare the businessman, and Victor is the governor. You actually have to wear those monkey suits. I, on the other hand, am a soldier. I don’t have board meetings, and I’m not in the public eye. Therefore, I can wear whatever the hell I want.”
Lucas laughed and snatched his keys from his desk. “Oh, little bro.” He shook his head. “You own a sizeable percentage of this corporation that you and your brothers leave me to run. So, technically, you are a businessman. And right now, you’re not pissing in some desert. It’s time to dress the part.”
“Fuck you,” Lincoln muttered. “Can we go?”
“Yeah.” Lucas chuckled. “Victor’s meeting us there.”
