“Trying to enjoy a coffee in peace.”
“Cut the bullshit, Sullivan.”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t play dumb with me. Cameron saw you last night at Caesar’s with Riley. The two of you looked very cozy.”
And there it is.
I knew Cameron was planning on being at Caesar’s last night, which is exactly why I chose to take Riley there. It was the only way I could guarantee that Oscar would buy our relationship. If he found out we were married before he learned of the fact, it would look too suspicious. I needed to make sure the information came across as believable.
“So?” I keep my tone bored.
“So?So, what the fuck are you doing with my sister?” He slams a fist down on the tabletop so hard my coffee spills.
“What I do with Riley is none of your business.”
The bastard is practically vibrating, and it takes every ounce of control I have not to smirk.
I thought winding Riley up was fun, but pushing Oscar’s buttons is coming up on a close second.
“The hell it isn’t! You made it my business the second you decided to drag her into whatever twisted game you’re playing.”
“There’s no game.”
“Bullshit!”
“I’ve been seeing Riley for a while now.”
Oscar looks like I’ve just slapped him around the face. Every emotion flickers in his green eyes, the very same shade as Riley’s, until he lets out a bitter laugh.
“You expect me to buy that?”
“Buy whatever you want, but Riley and I have been seeing each other for a while. We’ve been keeping it quiet, for obviousreasons.” I make a point to rake my eyes over Oscar. “Last night was our six-month anniversary, and I wanted to plan a nice evening to celebrate.”
“You lying son of a?—”
I get to my feet and take a step closer to Oscar. Even though we’re similar in height, I’ve got at least twenty pounds on him and from the way his face pales even more, he knows he wouldn’t stand a chance against me.
“Believe it or don’t believe it, I couldn’t give a fuck. But it’s the truth, so you better get used to it, Walsh.”
Oscar goes quiet.
I can practically hear the wheels turning in his head as he glares at me, no doubt weighing the consequences if he decides to try and murder me right here in broad daylight.
“This isn’t over.” He turns his back on me, storming out ofThe Blackthorn.
I settle back in my seat, and Hudson immediately appears with a rag to clean up the spilled coffee.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Sullivan. I kept telling him we were closed but?—”
“Don’t trouble yourself, Hudson. Oscar Walsh is hardly a threat.”
In truth, that encounter with Oscar went better than I expected.
He’s suspicious of my intentions, and if he’s this pissed at the idea of Riley and me going out to dinner, when he ultimately learns of our marriage, it’s only going to twist the knife deeper.
Let the bastard sweat.
