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The cold liquid seeps into my pants, sodas and wine, mixed drinks and waters. I’m just lucky there weren’t any fucking hot drinks.
“It’s fine,” I say, taking the towel from his outstretched hand and wiping at my pants. Looking back at Cat’s table, I catch sight of her staring at me, her lips folded, as if she’s trying to hold back a laugh. I shrug and drop my head, letting out a chuckle.
I’m soaking wet, my dick is shriveling from the ice-cold drinks, I’ve caused a scene, and I’m smiling because I made her laugh.
The fuck is wrong with me?
I look back up and meet her mischievous gaze. She loves this.
“Can I buy you a drink?” I shout like a lunatic.
She all-out guffaws, and even though she shakes her head, I make a beeline for her. When I reach her table, I slide out a vacant chair and sit. “Enjoy the show?” I grin, my hair falling into my eyes.
She takes a deep breath and schools her features. “You’re late.”
“And you replaced me rather quickly,” I say, the double meaning clear.
She smiles wickedly as she grabs the hand of the girl seated beside her. “This is Sophie.My Sophie.”
The woman with dark skin, big honey brown eyes, and curly raven hair cocks a brow at Cat and mouths something I don’t catch. “Yes, her Sophie,” she enunciates, turning back to me with a harsh glimmer in her eye. “And you are?”
I hold out my hand. “Jay.”
“Oh, don’t be so modest, Mr. Hanson,” Cat urges as Sophie grips my hand tightly. “This is Jonathan Hanson, the man, the myth,andthe legend,” she says with a bite. “He’s the one who ordered all this food for us.”
I cringe at the extravagant spread. It really is ridiculous. There isn’t a spot of fabric to be found. Plates and bowls and platters cover every inch.
“It’s good, I hope?”
Swiping at a lobster rangoon, Sophie chimes in. “It’s delicious. You have to try one of these.” The woman’s hard eyes don’t leave mine as she stuffs the whole thing in her mouth.
I grab one and hold it up like I’m toasting them with it, and Cat glowers at me. Then I slip it into my mouth and hum. “Delicious.”
“Awfully chipper for a man with a cold dick,” Cat quips, practically making me choke.
I reach for a glass of water on the table and clear my throat. “I’ve taken a lot of cold showers this week, knowing a certain someone was sleeping in my bed.” I raise my brow.
With that comeback, she finally has the decency to blush.
“You slept in his bed?” Sophie snaps, her shrewd attention finally leaving me and darting to Cat.
Fuck, maybe they really are together.
Cat huffs. “It was a weak moment. We don’t need your input, Mr. Hanson. I’m sure you’re far too busy to pick out food with the likes of me. Wouldn’t want you to be seen chatting with a member of the James family.”
I scrutinize Sophie, waiting for her reaction to the truth behind Cat’s identity. But she doesn’t bat an eye. She more or less tips her head in my direction like she’s ready to see what I’ll volley back at the woman who clearly has her claws out.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” I’m soaking wet, and she clearly doesn’t want me anywhere near her, so I’m not sure why I’m fighting to share a meal with her. But I love to spar with her. So much.
She shrugs and turns to Sophie as if I’m invisible. “We should add that cocoa cream you love to the list,” she says, her expression finally losing its edge.
Sophie grins. “Good idea.” She pulls her phone from her purse, and her thumbs fly across the screen. “What about that chocolate my mom mentioned last night? We could pick some up before we go out tonight.”
“You’re going out?” I ask.
Cat doesn’t respond, and her focus never leaves the woman beside her.
I turn my attention to Sophie, staring until she squirms. “Um, yeah, with some friends.” The second the words are out of her mouth, she jolts and squeaks. “Ow!” she says, leaning down and rubbing her leg. She glares at Cat, then she turns to me, and that glare turns into a smirk. “We’re going to Rebel.”
