“Damn, brother,” Andrew says with a low whistle. “I believe it.”
“But I never said that,” I add, taking a sip of my drink.
“Keeping secrets over here, boys?” Rafe says out of nowhere, pulling up a chair at our table. My brow hardens into a scowl.
“Eavesdrop much?” Andrew asks.
“That would imply I actually care what you’re talking about,” Rafe says, making himself comfortable.
“What do you want?” I bullet out, getting right to the point.
“So hostile,” he grins, turning to Andrew. “Is he always in this bad a mood after getting laid?”
“Only when he’s dealing with an asshole,” Andrews says.
So hewaseavesdropping.
“While I’m here, I might as well ask the question that’s on every man’s mind in the room,” he says. “What’s going on with you and the new girl?”
“You mean Mila?” Andrew asks, even though the question is obviously for me.
“Why do you wanna know?” I nod up at him.
Rafe shrugs. “Just wondering if she is off the market,” he says, reaching for one of the wings off our plate.
“What’s it to you?” Andrew asks with a disbelieving chuckle as he shoots me aget a load of this guylook.
“She’s off the market,” I say. I’m not playing games, especially with this joker.
His eyebrows arch up, and he nods as he chews. “Alright. Fair enough. I just wanted to see if it was a one time thing.”
Andrew’s jaw clenches, but I make a point of keeping my temper even. I lean toward Rafe slowly, and with a measured smile, I say, “It’s an all the time thing,” I say, nailing every word down.
Rafe isn’t intimidated. “I see. Well. I think congratulations is in order, isn’t it?” He claps his hands together before snapping his fingers at a waitress passing by with complimentary shots.
“I’m good,” I say.
“Bullshit. You’re not fighting tonight. And if the infamous Dom Wolfe is finally on a leash, I think that deserves some whiskey! Don’t you?”
Andrew shoots me a look that says,I’ll kill him right now with my bare hands if you want me to.But I just shake my head subtly and accept the shot.
“To Dom and Mila,” Rafe says as his eyes lock on mine. “May your relationship be the real thing.”
We toss the whiskey back and I focus on the burn and not what he said. After that, he claps his palms on our table and shoves up from the stool before walking off.
“What thefuckwas that?” Andrew snaps as soon as Rafe is out of earshot.
“That,” I say. “Is our opponent sniffing around for information.”
“You think he knows the truth about you and Mila?” Andrew asks.
My eyes lock on Rafe from across the room. He’s flirting with Brynn, who, despite being his ex, always flirts back. His eyes flash to mine for a challenging moment before gravitating back to her.
“I think he knows more than that,” I say. “I think he knows about the stipulation on my inheritance.”
Chapter 22
Mila
