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I glance between the two of them. Asher appears stunned. Hannah looks composed but slightly uncertain. She has no idea Asher knows we’re acquainted—married—so I’m guessing she’s waiting for him to ask what we’re doing here together. I’m waiting for the same question, just in a different context.
“Hannah.” Asher recovers. “This is a surprise.”
“I can’t say the same,” she replies. “This seems likeexactlythe kind of place you’d come to eat.”
Asher grins. “It was Aida’s request.”
“Aida?” I ask, not recognizing the name. “What happened with Isabel?”
He shrugs a shoulder. “Eh. It fizzled.”
“Easy come, easy go,” Hannah comments.
“Worked well for Crew,” Asher says.
I glare at him.
“Up until he got married,” Asher continues. “And all thatnothing will changeturned out to be bullshit. Of course, you already know that.”
I don’t know exactly what went down between Hannah and my brother, and I’d like the details to remain fuzzy. My relationship with Crew is messy enough already. But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me. Not only that they were together in some way, but that Hannah possibly got hurt as part of it.
“Mr. Kensington, your table is ready.” The hostess reappears, holding two menus.
“Great, thank you.”
“Can I have a word, Oliver?” Asher asks. “About work,” he adds, glancing at Hannah. His expression is almost apologetic.
I shake my head. “Now isn’t—”
“It’s fine, Oliver,” Hannah says. “I’ll meet you at the table.” She turns and follows the hostess deeper into the restaurant.
I turn to Asher with a scowl. “What?”
“Continuing the Kensington tradition of not sleeping with your wife, huh? You seem awfully tense.”
“Watch it,” I snap.
Asher shakes his head. Sighs. “I can’t keep you from wrecking this train, huh?”
“Are you going to tell him?” If Asher isn’t with Isabel any longer, I lost any leverage to entice him to keep his mouth shut.
He laughs. “Are you kidding me?No wayam I stepping a foot into this clusterfuck. Especially since I saw the photos of you with Quinn Branson. You looked like you were leaving a business meeting. And this is not where you have a business meeting. If you’re not fucking her, you want to be. And that is not going to lead to a happy divorce.”
“My marriage is none of your business.”
“You came to me, Oliver, remember? I saw Crew go through this same thing, pretending he didn’t give a shit about Scarlett. Look at him now. Except Hannah has none of the reasons to stick around that Scarlett did. She could walk away with a fortune, on to the next guy.”
“I know her better than you do.”
“I hope you’re right.” Asher shrugs. “Anyway, I really did want to talk about work. You sent the Isaac Industries documents before you left the office, right?”
Fuck.“Yes,” I lie.
I was waiting for them to be finalized when I called Hannah. Learning she was in the same city overtook everything else.
As long as they’re sent by midnight, it’ll be fine. But it means I’ll have to go back into the office tonight. Which is possibly for the best, because I know Asher is making valid points. If I’m wanting to get laid or take a woman out to dinner, there are much better candidates unrelated to the papers pending in state court. And if I’m wanting Hannah, that’s a much bigger problem.
Asher claps my shoulder. “Enjoy dinner. I’d recommend the scallops.”
