Leo saunters over. “It’s the pen pal girl.”
My ears perk with interest. “Pen pal girl?”
Nate’s lips twitch. “Seb’s cagey about it, but apparently his therapist matched him with an anonymous pen pal. Said it might help him open up when talking feels too heavy. Writing makes it easier for him to get things out, and I think it’s working.”
“Who is she?”
Leo’s shoulders lift as he fills me in. “It’s all anonymous. They don’t even share names.”
When we see Harrison finally pull up, the guys go wild, cutting our conversation short, even Juliette can’t keep herself composed.
“Woop-woop, that’s the sound of da police,” Leo sings the ever-so-popular nineties song.
As I watch from a distance, I feel someone behind me, but when I spin around, no one’s there, not even in the near vicinity.
“What’s wrong?” Seb’s voice causes me to jump.
I throw my hand over my chest to catch my breath. “Jeez. You scared me.”
“You were looking around, already scared. What spooked you?” He narrows his eyes, eyeing where I was looking.
“Nothing. Seriously.” I link our arms. “Let’s go inside.”
He stands tall, not moving, and usually I’m strong enough, but Seb is built like a brick. He might not be as strong as my brother, but he’s definitely taller than him.
“I’m not leaving until you tell me why your face dropped like that.”
“You’re infuriating. When the hell did you get so intuitive?”
“Madeline…”
I huff out a breath. “It felt like someone was staring at me. No one was there, though.” My attention is on Nate walking over to us. “He’ll get all neurotic and have this whole town shut down.Don’t say a word. It was probably some stupid pap trying to get a picture. Nathanial Davenport, back with his poor, pathetic Georgia peach. Did you see those articles?”
He gulps and nods. “Fuck them.”
“Low lifes. Let’s get inside before an article comes out about how I’m now dating you.”
I pull him along, then link my other arm with Nate’s, smiling up at him, reassuring him all is okay.
When we walk into the restaurant, heads turn. It doesn’t matter that we’re here for the early bird special; the place is packed, and we’re the center of attention.
I duck my head, hating having eyes on me.
This is the one negative of being around the brothers, and not only with them, but also withmybrother.
Their wealth and last name turn heads, but with the four of them together, it doesn’t matter who they are. Four gorgeous men, well-dressed, fit, standing over six feet tall, would get looks from anyone.
There’s no escaping it, but it still makes me uncomfortable.
When I discreetly glance at Juliette, who has Claud tucked into her side, covering her face, and her head bowed, it makes me feel that much better; she doesn’t seem comfortable either.
“This way, please.” The hostess swiftly escorts us to a table in the back corner, as secluded as possible. “I’m so sorry, our only private room is taken for this evening. Please let me know if there is anything else I can help with, Mr. Davenport,” she says to Harrison, then runs off.
“You scared her off,” I tease him.
Harrison chuckles. “I didn’t get one word in; she ran off before I could even say thank you.”
Claud pats a seat next to her, and I gladly take it. She tellsUncle Sebbyto take the one on the other side of her.
