Page 65 of Breaking Hollywood

And those dark eyes rage like fire.

“Gabe! I’m here! Where the fuck are you?”

I jerk back from Gabe at the sound of the male voice.

“On the terrace,” Gabe calls to him, seeming unfazed.

Tate appears through the door, wearing a white T-shirt, dark blue shorts, sneakers, and Ray-Bans over his eyes. He looks really different from the last time I saw him when he was wearing his white doctor coat and scrubs.

“Hey, Ava. Good to see you again.” He smiles at me. “How’s the patient?” He jerks his head at Gabe.

“Frustrating. Annoying. Bitchy. Aside from that, he’s fine.” I give a light, teasing smile even though, inside, I feel anything but light. I feel like I’m about to climb out of my skin.

“Funny. Speedy’s a comedian nowadays,” Gabe says dryly.

“Are you joining us for breakfast?” Tate asks me, holding up a brown bag with the name of some deli on it. “I brought pastries and muffins.”

“Sounds delicious. Sure, I’ll join you, if you don’t mind?”

“Course I don’t. I’ll just grab us some plates.”

“I’ll get them,” I say, getting up. “Would you like a coffee?” I ask Tate as I move past him.

“Coffee would be great.”

“Gabe? Refill?”

“Sure.” He drains his coffee and hands me the cup.

“Scottish?” I ask him.

He smiles. I feel that smile everywhere.

“American’s fine.”

I grab the bottle of scotch from the floor and take it back inside with me.

I rinse my and Gabe’s cups out and get a fresh one for Tate. I pour out three coffees and put them on a tray with creamer and sugar, as I’m not sure how Tate takes his coffee. I get three small plates, some cutlery, and napkins and put them on the tray as well.

When I go back outside, they are sitting at the seating area. Gucci is sitting on Tate’s lap. Well, she’s laid out on him, and he’s rubbing her belly.

“You’ve met Gucci.” I smile. “I think she likes you.”

My little hussy is rubbing herself all over the doctor.

Seems us Simms women have a thing for the Evans men.

“Yeah, it’s just me she hates,” Gabe mutters.

“She does not hate you,” I tell Gabe as I take the seat next to him.

“I’m just really fucking loveable.” Tate smirks.

“That’s why you haven’t gotten laid in two months.”

Tate’s eyes briefly flick to me. I avert my eyes and make Gabe’s coffee.

“It’s called being busy with work, brother. And it’s not like you’re getting any at the moment, so don’t be giving me shit.”