Me:
Having a shit morning. Want to meet me for lunch?
Drew:
What time is your lunch break?
Honestly, I don’t know and don’t care what they say it is.
Me:
Noon
Drew:
I’ll swing by your office to pick you up
My cheeks flush as I look up at the door. None of them bothered to check on me. They probably went right back to work. Which is what they’re here for. I sigh.
Me:
10th floor
Drew:
Got it, princess
I melt a little at that and smile. See, this guy wants to want me. So why am I letting these assholes get to me? I heart his message and open my browser. How many places could be named VV?
Finn
“Tom would kick your ass for making Sara cry on her first day.” I lean back in my chair and resist the urge to follow after her. I’ve always been a sucker for her tears even when I knew they were crocodile tears. These weren’t that.
Wyatt seems frozen in place, like he wants to go after her but knows he shouldn’t.
“Fuck,” Dante whispers and collapses into his chair. He never loses his cool with Sara, that’s why he’s the one that usually handles her. He can remain the ice block he usually is as he carts her away from the danger of Wyatt.
“Are you going to apologize?” I gesture to the door. One of us should check on her.
Shaking his head, he runs a hand across the back of his neck. “She needs time to cool down. She wouldn’t want me to see her cry.”
Ah, the legendary pride. As a little girl when she’d fall down and scrape her knee trying to run after us, Wyatt would go back to her and help her to her mom. Her lip would quiver and tears would fill her eyes, but she’d never let them fall in front of him or us. Unless she was trying to manipulate one of us, then she’d let loose these huge fake tears.
Wyatt takes a breath and grabs the paper off the table, looking it over. “What the fuck was Tom doing at Veiled Vixen Gentlemen’s Club?”
I hold out my hand for the paper. When Wyatt hands it to me, I recognize the logo. We went there a few times for bachelor parties. It’s a nice place.
“Didn’t Amber have a friend who worked there?” I ask. My gaze strays to Dante.
The guy looks wrecked. We’ve never talked about our mutual attraction to Sara, but we all know. Tom knew, which is why he made us swear that we’d never date his sister. What an asshole.
“I’m sure Sara is fine.” I tap the table with my knuckles.
Dante looks at me and nods. “She’s strong.”
Wyatt sits. “We should go to the club tonight and see if we can figure out what Tom was doing there and which stripper is bad at math.”
“A strip club on a Monday night?” I laugh. “I don’t think we’re going to find the kind of woman Tom would go after on a Monday night.”
