Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
I take a seat on the couch; Dylan sits down next to me. Rebecca’s home is lovely. It’s in a very nice part of town. My mom would die to live here, but Rebecca’s home isn’t perfect and cold; it’s warm and welcoming. It puts me at ease.
“Natalie and I went shopping.” Dylan holds up the bag.
“Did you help him pick these out?” She takes the bag from him.
“I gave some input,” I admit.
“Oh, I love it.” Rebecca has barely seen what is in the bag and is already gushing over it. Dylan rests his hand on my knee. It feels right. Everything has, once we got to be alone together. Even this morning was perfect. “So tell me.” Rebecca takes a seat in one of the chairs next to the couch closest to me. “How did you two meet? Don’t leave anything out.”
Her eyes are on me, so I know she wants me to answer and not Dylan, so I tell her about that first night at happy hour and us trying to snag his table.
“And then his ex showed up and kind of killed the mood.” I mean, she said not to leave anything out.
“Ex?” Rebecca’s attention snaps over to her son. “Who is this ex? I have never heard of her.” She says it defensively, as if offended for me. I have to bite back a laugh.
“It was someone I didn’t know I was dating,” Dylan says sheepishly. It’s not the Dylan Wolfson the rest of the world knows, and I find that so endearing.
“Of course it was.” Rebecca shakes her head, giving a small laugh. “He’s never been a ladies’ man, but I guess he was waiting for a good one.” She winks at me. I feel myself blush. “You’re the first he’s ever introduced me to.” We fall into conversation. His mom is easy to talk to. She has a really good vibe about her. I had second-guessed meeting her because it was so soon, but now I’m glad I came.
“Sorry, I have to get that,” I say when my phone starts to go off. “That’s my boss's ring.”
“You go right ahead.” I stand. “You can use the den if you like for some privacy.” Rebecca points to the room across the way.
“Thank you.” I slip out to take the call.
My boss's assistant comes on the line. “Shit just hit the fan,” she says the second I answer. Angel is one of my favorites in the office, and she is no angel. At least not when it’s only her and me.
“What?”
“Guess who got tossed into jail.”
“Are you shitting me?”
“Nope.” She pops the P. "He's scheduled to appear before the judge for bail in an hour, and your ass gotta be there." Of course I do.
"Send me what you have so I can review it on the way over," I tell her before ending the call. I need to get moving because I have to change. I’m so over Morris. I dread what I’m going to find, and I dread more if the media has gotten ahold of this.
I head back into the living room but stop short in the doorway when I hear Dylan and his mom talking.
“You better marry that girl quickly. She’s the one. But you already know that.”
“Mom, it’s—” Dylan cuts off when he sees me standing there.
“I’m sorry, but I have to go. Work emergency,” I tell them both. “It was wonderful to meet you,” I tell Rebecca.
“We have to do dinner.” I nod, my mind wondering what Dylan was about to say when I should be thinking about dumbass Morris.
“I’ll take you.”
“No, stay, really.” I kiss his cheek before I rush out the door.
Chapter Fifteen
DYLAN
Kaden has the chips out, and Brooks is shuffling the cards when I arrive. Graham’s seat is empty.
“Glad to know I’m not the last one.” I set the bottle of whiskey on the green felt. “A client gave me this yesterday, and if you all lose your money to me, you can have a couple of fingers of whiskey to console yourself.”
Kaden holds two fingers, long and slender, against the edge of his glass. “Are we using my fingers or yours?”
“However much you need, QB. I like that you’re mentally preparing yourself to lose to me.” I uncork the thirty-five-year-old Dalmore whiskey and let it breathe. Brooks leans over and takes a whiff.
“Smells rich.” He nods approvingly. “You enjoy your dinner the other night?”
“Is there any other answer than yes?” I pour a generous amount in four glasses and hand them out.
“Not if you want to live.” He lays the stack of cards aside. “What did your date think? Did she have any complaints?”
“None. She loved everything.”
“Right. Of course. What other answer could there be? The Plate is the best.” Brooks sits back with a satisfied expression which lasts all of a second before he turns to Kaden. “For Tuesday, I need to know if your date has any food allergies. You said you would text them to me, but I haven’t seen anything from your side.”