I shake my head. “I wish I could take the credit, but that was all Huxley.”
“Damn.” Emmett whistles.
“That’s brilliant.” Molly beams. “No wonder you work in advertising!”
Huxley preens. “Why, thank you. I’m gladsomebody recognizes where my talents lie.”
“Your mom still saying you should join the firm?” Grant says before shoveling a piece of pork into his mouth and reaching for a glass of Merlot.
“Yes, of course.”
“The woman doesn’t give up.” Griffin grunts. “The worst ones never do.”
Huxley leans over. “He probably got a call from his mother asking him to be her date to some party in Barcelona.”
“Barcelona? Like, inSpain?” I ask.
“Rachel doesn’t care,” Huxley whispers.
“I was disappointed that you didn’t want me for some reinforcement,” Emmett says to Huxley, dragging my attention back to the conversation.
“Me too.” Sebastian grunts, then immediately pours more pear cider into his wife’s now-empty glass. “Although I would’ve done better than everyone here. I don’t let anybody fuck me over and get away with it. And if they touch one of us”—he makes a circle with his knife—“they just fucked with the wrong man.” The knife stops, pointed at him.
“You think you can do better than that sex tape and L84ANAL?” Noah is skeptical.
“Hell yeah.”
“I’ll call you next time. Just to see if you can top it,” Grant says with a glint in his eyes.
“You’re just bitter because you lost the tennis match last weekend.”
Grant bristles. “You cheated!” He pretends to look far beyond Sebastian’s back. “‘Wait… What’s Aspen doing with Zack?’” His peeved gaze returns to Seb. “Really, asshole?”
“That’s low,” Griffin says, then chuckles.
“Were you losing until then?” Huxley asks. Sebastian declines to answer.
Aspen snorts. “I have told you a hundred times, Zack is just a friend,” she says to Grant, half exasperated and half amused.
“Exactly. Have more faith in your wife, man.” Sebastian shoots Grant a smug grin.
“Still an asshole,” Grant mumbles.
Something pings on Noah’s phone, and he immediately checks it, then starts scrolling. Bobbi tears a piece of croissant off for him, and he opens his mouth to accept it, his eyes still glued to the screen, then places a quick peck on her retreating fingers. The corners of his eyes crinkle, and she smiles.
“Oh, by the way, your ex resigned,” Molly says as though she’s just remembered.
“Where did you hear that?” I ask. I haven’t followed what happened to Vivienne and Peter that closely.
“Jeremiah mentioned it when I saw her to discuss my lawsuit against my boss.”
“Serves him right. He’ll never work as a lawyer again. Who could respect him after that small-dick comment from Dad?” Huxley says with evil satisfaction.
“By the way, when is your boss going to jail?” Emmett says, then turns to me. “The guy sexually harassed and assaulted Molly. A bunch of other women, too.”
“Wow. What a jerk. I hope he rots in jail forever,” I say most sincerely.
Molly wrinkles her nose. “It’s a civil suit, so no jail. He wants to settle in exchange for an NDA.”
