Page 137 of The Heart You Kept

“Oh Sinclair, Edward told me how you’ve been looking for me all night?” She smiles all dreamily up at him. “I was looking for you too.”

His eyes meet mine and I wink.

Theo and Nicholas smirk before clinking glasses. “Touché.”

ALORA

“Hello.” I smile. “I have a booking.”

“This way, madam,” she says. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Sparkling water, please.” She toddles off and I immediately take out my phone and google:

Edward Prescott, previous partners, images

The thing about snooping on a guy’s past is this…it’s stupid, highly unadvised and I do not recommend.

One star. Actually, scratch that…no stars.

For the last half hour I have studied in great detail every woman that Edward has ever dated, and you know what it has shown me?

Nothing.

Other than the fact that they are all famous, rich, and beyond beautiful.

“Alora.” I hear a voice and look up and see Pascal walking between the tables toward me.

“Pascal.” I frown. “What….”

“I was catching up with a friend down here but he’s just called and cancelled. Stomach bug or something.”

“Oh.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Ah…do you think that’s a good idea?” I shrug. “I don’t want to.”

His face falls. “I thought you said we could be friends?”

“I mean, we are, I just….”

I’m such a bitch.

“Just sit with me until my meal comes out.” I force a smile; it’s got to be coming out any minute now.

He takes a seat and the waitress comes over. “Can I get you something, sir?”

“Yes.” He smiles as he opens a drink menu. “We’ll have a bottle of red to share.”

Um….

I stare at him deadpan…. Seriously?

EDWARD

Lucien and I walk through the whale gaming lounge en route to my office. “Prescott,” someone calls. I turn to see King Volter sitting at a gaming table. “I’d like a word.”

I subtly make eye contact with Lucien and he rolls his lips.