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She huffed out a sigh. They were both still fully clothed, so there wasn't any harm in going out, she supposed. Except that now that she'd had another taste of him, she was unwilling to have her attention diverted so soon.
"I'll get my purse."
"You knowI've heard a lot about you," Natasha said to Beau as they were seated at a table in one of West Hollywood’s premier restaurants. Natasha knew the owner, so a reservation was not necessary tonight. And just like that, the plan for drinks had morphed into dinner too. "And not everything was good," she tacked on.
Evangeline gritted her teeth. It seemed the lawyer had her claws out tonight.
Beau’s eyes never shifted from Natasha’s face, and Vee was impressed.
“I can’t say I’ve heard a lot about you,” he replied.
Natasha’s face puckered. “You hurt Evangeline.”
Wow. She just put it right out there, Vee thought.
He only nodded. “And it’ll be the last time I ever hurt her,” he shot back. “I can’t lose her again.”
“Some would argue you don’t have her back yet either,” Natasha said, leaning back in her chair so the server could place the napkin in her lap. Vee sank back into her chair, watching the way a thousand emotions played across Beau’s face. Her gaze sank to his mouth, heat searing through her blood at the thought of what they could’ve been doing right now. Beau’s eyes cut to her, as if he could sense where her thoughts were. Under the table, Beau settled his hand onto her thigh, giving it a brief squeeze before her own napkin was placed in her lap.
As the server finished attending to Beau, he said, “Some wine for the table tonight?”
“We’ll need three dirty martinis,” Natasha announced, then, looking at Vee and Beau, asked, “What are you both having?”
Vee smiled a little at her friend’s antics. “I’ll take a bourbon, neat.”
“No problem,” replied the server. “And for you, sir?” he asked Beau.
“The same—bourbon.”
Their server nodded and disappeared.
“So, what did I interrupt earlier?” Natasha’s voice was sugary sweet.
“What did it look like?” Vee asked, matching her syrupy tone.
Her friend smiled and shrugged, her eyes lighting up when three martinis were placed down in front of her. Evangeline took a sip of her bourbon, watching Beau over the rim of her glass. If he was embarrassed by Natasha’s comments, it certainly didn’t look like it.
“So tell me again what you're doing here in West Hollywood," Natasha asked Beau, taking a sip of her drink.
He smiled. "To see Vee."
"But you live in San Diego?"
With a shrug, he said, "Just outside of there, but yes."
Natasha's eyes narrowed. "That's a two-hour drive."
"Nearly four in bad traffic."
She turned her gaze to Vee, her brows rising slightly. Evangeline could read the message there: he drove over two hours to see you—not just once, but twice?
Beau glanced at her, a small smile turning up the corners of his mouth. "I think it's worth the aggravation.”
"Huh," Natasha said then looked at her phone. "Oh, is that the time? I have to go." Tipping back the rest of her drink, she stood up, giving Evangeline a kiss on the cheek.
What the fuck is going on?
"I’ll pay the check on the way out. Oh, and make sure you fuck him one last time before you cut him loose," she whispered into Vee's ear. More loudly she said, "Call me later in the week."
