“You sure you want tequila?”Colt asks, waving Damon in, who pulled up behind us.
“What are we celebrating?”Damon asks, slapping Dereck on the back with a grin.
“Does nobody know the rules?”I flop down on the sofa that’s almost as familiar as my own.“The bubbly stuff is for celebrations.The hard stuff is to wash away the bullshit.”
“The settlement not going well?”Colt asks, sliding a hand into his pocket.“Saw Blackmore on social media earlier this week.”
He made some snide post about me, but the comments backfired.My reputation as thesharkliterally bit him in the ass, as people asked if I was eating him alive.
Couldn’t help it, I laughed.
“He can keep digging his own grave while my team finds the dirt I am certain he’s hiding.”I shrug.
“What about the wife?Courtney?”Damon asks.
The wife.
As if she were one of the assets the billionaire is doing away with.Which is exactly how he’s treating her.Worse in some ways.
“She was at the gala, dickface.”Dereck kicks his stepcousin.“Don’t call herthe wife.”
“Settle down, it’s not like she’s Zander’s wife.”Damon rolls his eyes as I almost choke.“Any dirt on her that’s sticking?”
Not unless someone finds out that I fucked her.Twice.And maybe impregnated her.
“Nope.”
That would destroy both our lives.
“You told me once everyone has some dirt.”Colt lifts a brow and shifts so the server can place shot glasses in front of each of us.“Don’t tell me yourclientis pure and innocent.”
I lift my shot glass into the air in cheers, toss it down, let out a loud groan, and slam it down.
“Nope.She’s no saint.”
But Courtney is mine to protect, and they know even if she were the devil incarnate, I couldn’t tell them.
More shots are poured, and the topic shifts.
Terrance wanders in three hours later, as planned, and I wave him over.
“Have a tequila shot, Terrance my man.”I grin stupidly.“Come party.”
“No, thanks, boss.”He crosses his arms.“Ready to go?”
“Nah.I’m gonna buy this place.You want a new job?”
“Nope.”He shakes his head.
“Look at all the women.”I spread out my arms and smile at the three brunettes, onenot naturalredhead, and a buxom blonde.
My zip hasn’t moved once.
For the record, Your Honor.
I snigger at my inside joke.
The blonde, Tina, offered, but her green eyes immediately made me think of Courtney.Courtney, who might be growing my baby inside her.
