“You’re on my side now. I can speak as freely as I want.”
My hand lowered, and I held the edge of the table. “I’m on your side in many ways.”
He downed the rest of his vodka and leaned in closer, the edge of his appetizer plate pressing into him. “We’re suing the fuck out of the Gordons. And after we’ve buried them in a PR nightmare, we’re going to buy them out.”
“Whoa. This is a lot.” I took a drink. “You’re buying out the Gordons?”
“My family is going to have the largest restaurant conglomerate in the world.”
I clinked my glass against his. “Colson, this is incredible. I mean, truly, the best news ever. But I have to ask, how are you going to bury them in a PR mess? Do you have something on them?”
“We don’t have something. We have someone.”
My head shook. “Who?”
“Someone who refers to himself as a fucking lion.”
THIRTY-NINE
COLSON
Me
I fucking hate watching you walk into your house without me. Even if I got you for dinner and an hour in a hotel, it’s getting harder and harder to say good night without you going to sleep in my arms.
Sophie
Ugh, I feel the same.
Me
Sleep well, baby.
Sophie
You too.
Sophie
My lunch appointment just canceled on me. Which means I have an hour before I need to be back at the office.
Me
Tell me where. Tell me when.
Sophie
My house. 1 p.m.
Me
How strong is your bedframe?
Sophie
LOL. I have no idea. Why are you asking?
Me
