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“She didn’t even ask him. He’s still seeing Sydney.”
Brooklyn stood and walked into the kitchen. “Really?” she called. “I’m surprised. I expected their relationship to fizzle out by now.”
“Me too.” He’d met Sydney a few times. She was nice, but not the right woman for his younger brother. “But it won’t last. I give it until maybe July or August.” Thinking about how Sydney and his younger brother didn’t fit together brought up thoughts of Trevor and Brooklyn again. “You’re really going to go out with Trevor?”
She came back into the room carrying a bottle of iced tea and sat down before answering him. “It’s not really a date,” she said, not looking at him. “We’re having dinner together. You and I have dinner together all the time, and no one calls it a date. This isn’t much different.”
Comparing the times they went out for a meal together and what she planned to do on Friday was like comparing an apple to an orange. “Trust me, he considers it a date.” Put in a similar situation, he would too. Of course, he’d never let anyone, not even his family, set him up with a woman simply because they wanted to expand Sherbrooke Enterprises. Then again, no one in his family would consider doing such a thing.
Brooklyn glanced across at him. “I’m having dinner with him Friday, not marrying him. Besides, we might have a lot of fun together, and then who knows what will happen. Now, can we please talk about something else?”
He watched her twist open her bottle and take a long drink. A bunch of reasons sat on his tongue why she and Trevor wouldn’t have fun, but he kept them to himself.
“Like maybe your cousin’s upcoming wedding. Have you asked anyone to go with you?” she asked, putting the bottle down on an end table.
In the long run, she’d see he was right. He only hoped she didn’t let some sense of family obligation cause her to go along with her father’s wishes and make a big mistake. “Nah, not yet. Might not bother. I know they want it to be as small as possible. They only invited family members.” Considering the size of the Sherbrooke family, he used the word small loosely. Christopher, his cousin’s fiancé, came from a rather large family as well. Derek doubted the guest list consisted of anything less than one hundred and fifty guests.
“You, go solo?” Her chin dropped. “Never thought I’d see the day.”
“Knock it off. You make it sound like I’m….” He paused for a moment and considered Brooklyn’s words from earlier. “A gigolo like Milan.” He’d admit he dated a fair amount, but he’d had his fair share of long-term relationships too.
“Man, loosen up a little. I’m only joking around. I’d never compare you to Milan. I would’ve compared her to your brother Trent before he got married, but not you.”
Most of the time, he took her comments and jokes like that one in stride. Tonight it irked him, although why he couldn’t say. Maybe all the talk about the bachelor auction and her date with Trevor—he gritted his teeth at the thought of them out together—had put him in a bad mood, because something certainly had. When he’d stepped off the elevator and seen she was home, he’d been happy. Now he was grumpy and wanted to shake some sense into both her and Donovan Novak. He couldn’t do either. Even if he could, he needed to respect whatever decisions Brooklyn made. She’d always done the same for him. Sure, she voiced her opinion, but once she’d done so, she let the matter go. She deserved the same treatment from him now, even if it killed him.
Chapter 2
Brooklyn pulled the dress over her head and tossed it into the growing pile on her bed. So far she’d tried on and discarded more than half her non-work wardrobe. Despite all the attempts, nothing looked right for her date tonight with Trevor.
It’s only dinner, she reminded herself, reaching for the lilac dress she’d picked up earlier in the spring. It was the second time today she’d slipped and thought of the night out as a date rather than a simple get-to-know-you dinner. Evidently a full week of hearing her friends, including Derek, refer to it as a date had taken its toll.
No matter what she called the evening ahead, she wanted to look nice. According to Trevor, he’d made them reservations at Mon Soleil. She’d never eaten at the downtown establishment, but she’d heard only great things about the French restaurant. He’d also purchased tickets for them to see Hamlet at the Providence Performing Arts Center afterward. Personally, she would’ve picked a different production for them tonight. Shakespeare had never been one of her favorites. It took her too long to get accustomed to the language t
o ever really enjoy the show. However, if they did have to see one of his plays, she was grateful it wasn’t Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet and The Taming of the Shrew she could tolerate. Romeo and Juliet was another matter altogether. She’d always secretly thought both characters fell into the too-stupid-to-be-alive category. Since she guessed most people disagreed with her assessment, she kept her opinion locked away. Not even Cheyenne, to whom she told almost everything, knew her real opinion.
Depending on how those two events went, she suspected he’d want to go for coffee and dessert when the show let out. At least it seemed like something one would want to do following an evening at a play. Honestly, she’d never attended the theater on a date. Darn, there I go again. Brooklyn shook her head at her most recent slipup and pulled on the dress she held. It’s a night out with another person who happens to be a man, nothing more, nothing less.
Moving in front of the mirror, she studied her reflection. For some reason, this one didn’t look right either, although she couldn’t put her finger on why. Regardless, she’d stick with this dress. The other outfits left in her closet were better suited for the fall and winter, not an early June evening. She didn’t usually have this much trouble getting ready for a night out, and she didn’t know what the problem was tonight. Then again, most of the time when she went out, it was with friends or coworkers. Rarely did she date. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last date she’d gone out on that hadn’t been arranged by either her mom or one of her sisters. Sure, she’d gone out with Derek several times in May. She’d also spent an afternoon in Manhattan with her cousin, Bryan, right before the wedding last month, and back in March she’d had lunch with Noah, someone she’d known since before she could walk, when he stopped in Providence on business. But an actual date out with a man hadn’t happened in a long time. Longer than she’d admit to anyone.
Satisfied with her appearance, she left the bedroom still trying to figure out when she’d last gone out with a man she thought had boyfriend potential. She couldn’t count the night the previous fall when she’d gone out with Paris, Seth, and Seth’s cousin. The simple memory of the evening made her shudder. While Seth was an okay guy, if not a little too self-absorbed, his cousin Liam had been a first-rate sleazeball in her book. He’d made Mr. Wickham from Pride and Prejudice, her all-time favorite romance movie, look as wholesome as Mister Rogers. It still amazed her Paris had arranged the whole thing. Her sister had set her up with men in the past she hadn’t liked, but none as creepy as Liam. Even Paris had later apologized, insisting she hadn’t known how ill-suited Liam was for her. Since then, neither of her sisters had attempted to set her up again. She hoped it stayed that way.
Brooklyn pushed the memory of her disastrous evening aside and traveled further back. The last real night out she could find with someone she’d truly liked had been the previous June. She’d met Ted standing in line for lunch one afternoon. While they waited for their turns to order, they’d struck up a conversation. Before they both left the deli and returned to their offices, he’d asked for her number. They’d gone out a total of five times. While they’d been enjoyable evenings, she hadn’t felt any kind of spark and she’d known that while he was a nice man, there was no future for a relationship. She guessed Ted had come to the same conclusion, because after their fifth date, he’d stopped calling. Sometime around Thanksgiving, she’d bumped into him again, at the same deli in fact. They chatted but never again had they gone out.
Most of the time, her lack of a dating life didn’t bother her. She just assumed somehow she’d meet the one and perhaps get married.
And it wasn’t like she was a shut-in or anything. She had a lot of friends and a busy social life. Standing in the living room waiting for Trevor, though, had her reconsidering a lot of things, including how important it was to her dad that she and Trevor click. She hated disappointing him. Although he didn’t always understand her, he supported her decisions. However, right now she resented him for putting her in this awkward position. Getting into a relationship with someone simply so two companies would merge was a poor substitute for love and affection.
Maybe it’ll be a great night. She let herself consider the possibility. True, Trevor was a little more than a decade older than her, but similar ages didn’t make or break a relationship. The only negative comment she’d heard about him was how boring he was. Boring wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Besides, what one person considered boring another person might view as fun and exciting. Honestly, she’d rather date a boring man who spent his evenings sitting at home reading a history book than one who spent every single night out hitting on random women.
Yep, perhaps this night out would turn out to be the best thing for her romantic life as well as her dad’s company.
Doorbell chimes stopped her from any further thoughts about the night ahead. Since security had called before letting him upstairs, she didn’t bother asking who it was before opening the door.
“Trevor, hi.” Her eyes zoomed straight to the flowers he held. Okay, so it’s a date. “Come on in.”
All the comments she’d heard about Mon Soleil turned out to be true. The interior of the restaurant was elegant and reminded her of the fine restaurants she’d visited in Europe. Everyone, from the hostess to the waitstaff, was polite and highly efficient. In fact, no sooner did she finish her water than there was someone there to refill it. The food, however, was what she’d remember the most from her visit. She’d dined at a lot of places, including five-star restaurants in New York City, Paris, and London. Her meal tonight put them all to shame.
“I have a new favorite restaurant,” she said halfway through their meal.
