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I wanted to sink to the floor.
Wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
She leaned in and stole another kiss, and I wanted to storm over there and throw something at her. To yell and hurt and embarrass her for far more than just choosing to make my life as a server hell.
Because Brittany Arnold had the one thing I wanted but could never have.
She had Blake.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
Penny
“Penny, Penny.”Someone shook me forcefully, but my eyes were transfixed on table six.
On Blake andher.
Brittany Arnold was Blake’s fiancée.
His person was the piranha.
“Penny, what the hell has gotten into you?” Tara barked with such a bite that I jumped.
“Sorry, what?” I blinked at her and then turned my attention back to Blake.
And her.
Her.
“Sorry, I’m fine. Fine.” My voice sounded anything but fine.
“Whatever you say,” Tara said. “Can you still do your job?”
“Yes, yes, I can do my job. I’m fine,” I reiterated as I tried to convince us both.
Tara mumbled something under her breath and rolled her eyes. I didn’t take it personally; it was just her way. Besides, I was too concerned with how close Blake and Brittany looked.
Mary breezed into the kitchen beaming. “Fabulous job, darlings. Tara, you handle cleanup, and Anabel, you take point on the second course.” Her eyes landed on me, and her smile faltered. “Penny, is everything okay? You look a little pale, darling. You’re not getting sick, are you? Mr. Weston would be most concerned if you’re spreading germs to half of the city.”
Weston?
As in Blake Weston?
My mouth pressed into a thin line, but I managed to force a smile. “I’m fine, just a little tired. Noisy neighbors.” I shrugged as if it was no big deal.
It was almost the truth.
Mary’s perfect smile was back in place in an instant. “Well then, shall we?” She gave Tara a curt nod and disappeared out of the kitchen.
I grabbed Tara by the arm sharply. “She said, Mr. Weston? I thought it was Mr. West?”
“He’s the West in West Lake and Associates, but his actual name is Weston, as in, Anthony Weston.”
Blake’s uncle was Anthony Weston, of West Lake and Associates? My stomach knotted tightly and then unraveled as it plummeted to the floor.
Tara’s dark eyes narrowed at me. “Why all the questions?”
“Nothing, I, uh… nothing. It doesn’t matter.”
