Page 73 of Flirting with Trouble

“Will do.” Seth pockets the key. “Wells, Taylor’s going to have our legal team get started on due diligence, which will take a few days. Then he’ll schedule a time for us and Jared to meet with Kane. What’s your schedule like the week after next?”

“I’ll definitely be in town Wednesday and Friday evenings.” Wells glances knowingly at me. “But I’ll make myself available anytime. Just give me a day’s notice to get coverage at Rock Bottom, and I’ll be there.”

The bartender serves our drinks, and Wells and Seth reach for their wallets. Wells is quicker. “I’ve got this one.”

Seth nods. “Thanks. Next round is on me.”

“Thanks, Wells.” I lift my glass in a toast. “To new endeavors. I hope you negotiate a great deal, and the restaurant turns out even better than your highest expectations.”

We all tap glasses and drink.

“Here’s to you, sis,” Seth says, lifting his glass. “I’m kind of pissed at myself for not thinking of going back to Kane about that property.”

Wells slides an arm around my waist and says, “Not everyone can be as on top of their game as my girl is.”

“I’ll drink to that.” I tap his glass, catching a warm, approving look from Seth. While Noah and Clay have taken great pleasure in teasing me about jumping on the Wells wagon, Seth and Flynn sought me out separately to talk about it on a more serious level. Now that they know I’m in a good place, they also enjoy their fair share of teasing. I’m glad they’re all happy for me. I’m happy for me, too.

Wells pulls his phone out of his pocket to read a text and scoffs.

“Something wrong?” I ask.

“My family. Check out Fitz and my sisters’ back-and-forth about the pictures I sent.” He turns the phone so we can see the text thread.

Mom: How lovely! I’m sure you, Seth, and Jared will make it beautiful.

Fitz: A bomb might be in order.

Bellamy: I’m not stepping foot in that place unless you disinfect it.

Keira: Are you at a murder site?

Dad: It’ll be great, son. They have no vision.

Bellamy: Dad needs glasses.

Fitz: Wells really has hit rock bottom.

Several laughing emojis pop up, and Wells puts his phone in his pocket.

“Gotta love family,” Seth says.

“Have you guys thought up a name for the restaurant yet?”

“We’re thinking about using Rock Bottom, to help build the brand so we can take it national,” Seth says.

“That’s great,” I exclaim. “Then Wells can throw it in Fitz’s face when hitting Rock Bottom becomes the go-to outing in the city, which we all know it will.”

“Damn right it will,” Wells says.

Seth lifts his glass again. “To Rock Bottom.”

“To Rock Bottom,” Wells and I say in unison, and then we laugh, kiss, and drink.

“To you two,” Seth says, lifting his glass.

Wells and I share an affectionate glance and say, “To us.”

As the evening moves on, Wells and I dance while women flirt with my brother. Then we hang out with Seth, chatting about everything from the restaurant to my work and even our Saturday outings around the city.