Page 63 of Vow

“What’s going on?” Haven demanded.

Jackson cleared his throat, and glanced away. “Listen, he was very persuasive when he called in, and I didn’t think you would mind me saying yes.”

“He?”

“Your friend—Marcello.”

“Andino?”

Jackson nodded. “That’s the one, yeah.”

Holy mother of fucking Christ.

Haven had the distinct feeling Jackson had only been trying to help. Most likely her, but also Andino in a way. The man had no idea about the shit that had happened between her and Andino. All he could know was that Andino didn’t come around the club as much as he used to, but even that could be explained away with simple excuses.

She tried not to get mad at Jackson.

Tried being the keyword there.

“He’s in the private room, then?” Haven asked, her tone rough.

“Yeah. Sorry, did I fuck up?”

Haven stood from the desk. “More him than you … but don’t do it again.”

“Noted.”

• • •

“Is this supposed to be a joke?”

Andino met Haven’s gaze from across the private room where he was currently sitting on one of several red velvet couches. He gave the server handing over what looked to be a glass of whiskey a quick smile.

“Thank you,” he told the server.

“Anything else?” Kandi asked with one of her signature smiles that tended to have all the men tipping her generously. “Just ask.”

Kandi really was a sweet girl. Her name was far more than appropriate. Usually, Haven appreciated the fact that the girl made the patrons comfortable, and happy. She did not, however, like the way Kandi was currently smiling at Andino.

“No, that’ll be quite enough, thanks, Kandi,” Haven said.

A little too sharply, maybe, if the way the young woman looked over her shoulder at her boss was any indication. Haven wished she had taken a second to cool the raging jealousy flooding her body at nothing more than the sight of a woman—who was just doing her job—paying Andino a bit of attention.

How could a woman not pay him attention?

He looked like sin had come into her club, and sat down on a velvet couch wearing an Armani suit, shiny leather loafers, a Rolex on his wrist, and a smile that screamed sex. The man didn’t even have to try. He filled out his tailored suit in the best way, and he fucking knew it, too.

That was before Haven moved onto his good looks, and charming nature.

She shouldn’t be jealous. There was no fucking need for any of that nonsense. They weren’t even really a thing anymore. Sure, she might not be seeing someone else, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t out fucking God knew who.

Jesus.

Was he doing that?

“Sorry,” Kandi said as she passed Haven by. “I’ll leave you two alone, boss.”

Haven glanced up at the ceiling, and prepped to give the girl an apology. She didn’t get the chance—Kandi was gone from the private room before Haven could even open her mouth again.