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“You’re smoking up the place.”

Rowan looked around and saw a considerable cloud around their table. Was that from him? He noticed the female server coming back with their food, giving him a smile as they made eye contact.

Rowan looked back at his sister. “Okay, I’ll get it together.”

The server rounded the table until she was on Rowan’s side, which was slightly odd, and used his chair to balance as she began handing out plates of food.

She left Rowan until last, leaning close to place the plate perfectly, then lingering. “Can I get you anything else?”

A tranquilizer gun for table five, maybe?

He shook his head instead of voicing that thought aloud. “This is perfectly fine, thank you.”

She gave him a bright smile, then left, her perfume lingering in the air and tickling his nose.

“Someone’s working for a tip tonight,” Raina mumbled, and Troy snorted in agreement.

“Servers always work hard for tips,” Rowan said.

“Not the kind of tip I was talking about.” Raina popped a mushroom into her mouth daintily. Troy laughed.

Rowan frowned, too distracted and worked up to deal with her nonsense. “What are you even talking about?”

“Nothing,” Troy said. “How’s your steak?”

Rowan looked down at his plate. Had he ordered steak? It had peppercorn sauce. He didn’t even like peppercorn sauce. Troy knew that too, which was why he was asking.

Rowan glared at him. “Fine.”

He forced himself through dinner. It was probably the worst meal of his life. The waitress checked on them often, asking him if they needed anything else. At a stern look from his mother, he didn’t order more wine.

When he wasn’t glancing two tables over he was straining his ears to see if he could pick anything up. Milo was loud usually, so why was he watching his manners now? It was frustrating the hell out of him.

He perked up when the younger man got out of his seat, approaching the kitchen and handing something over to them secretively.

Rowan’s head spun and he got hot all over.

Was this guy thinking of doing what Rowan thought he was doing?

Was he about to propose?

To MILO?

How had this happened? Were those two dating that seriously? He hadn’t even known Milo had a boyfriend in the first place! What had he been doing with Rowan all this time if he had a boyfriend? What was that in the bathroom? Was it an open relationship? Or maybe Milo didn’t know and they weren’t dating and this was a surprise proposal.

Whatever the reason, it was UNACCEPTABLE.

His chair legs screeched across the floor as he stood up, and his family all looked up at him.

“I need to go to the bathroom again,” he said.

He approached the kitchen just as a huge baked Alaska came out on a tray. He followed after the guy holding it, blind to anything else.

The man reached Milo’s table, and Milo and his hoard oohed and ahhed over the pristine white meringue as it was presented, just before Rowan opened his mouth and blew a blast of flame directly at it.

The whole restaurant froze, and Rowan came screeching back to his senses as he met Milo’s confused stare past the embers.

Oh shit.