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I nod. “Ah, sounds like my Elyse. Don’t piss off the second in command, Beck. You’ll be attending the wrong meetings and drinking cold coffee for a long time.”
Gavin laughs, and his eyes dance. “She doesn’t look like your Elyse.”
Kevin’s brows shoot up and he scoots to the edge of his seat. “Oh, she’s hot? I can dig a secretary. Dirty sex in the office. Ask Jay. That shit is hot.”
“Stop talking about my wife,” I grit out.
“Stop talking about my Liv,” Beckett growls.
“Your Liv?” I say, practically holding back a gasp.
Gavin laughs. “Calm down, Beck,” he says to his brother. Then, to us, he mouths, “She’s married.”
“This just keeps getting better,” I mutter.
“I meant Liv. Fuck. Not my Liv.Just Liv. Gavin, look what you started,” Beckett grumbles as he pockets his phone.
Gavin’s shoulders shake as he laughs. He turns his focus back to the game, dropping his elbows to his knees. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Why do you even know his secretary?” Kevin asks.
Gavin sits up straight again. “She’s not his secretary. She’s the head of HR. Forallof Langfield’s divisions. My baby brother here is just the one who needs her services the most.”
I bark out a laugh. “It’s because you’re an asshole.” I elbow Beckett.
“Fuck you guys,” Beckett says, rising from his seat and stalking to the back of the box where Garreth is standing. They both turn to their phones.
More and more, especially when Garreth is around, I look back and wonder why I ever thought I wanted to run Hanson Liquors. I enjoy life too much to be all business, all the time like he is these days. Just glancing back in their direction makes my chest feel tight.
When we were in London, Garreth sat Hayden and me down to discuss just how bad the James merger was looking. It felt like a wildfire. Every time we’d deal with one problem, another one would pop up. I told them to look in the direction of Edward James.
It’s clear he hasn’t slunk off into the depths of hell like we’d all hoped. No, the man is using his father’s poor health to mount a campaign to take over instead of Cash.
Not that I think it’ll work.
I also filled my brothers in on the whiskey bottle I received from Evan McCabe.The threat.
He didn’t give any indication that he knew about Cat’s connection to the stolen money. But that he knows about her at all eats at me. He’s like a scab. He won’t go away. And he never will. We need something to hold over him. More than just the power I gave him. Something that has obviously gone to his head. What he doesn’t understand is that I’m the one who put him into the position he occupies, and that I have no problem doing to him what I did to his predecessor.
Hayden told me not to be too hasty in my actions—murder is a last resort as far as he’s concerned. Garreth just sipped his whiskey and nodded when my brother wasn’t looking. If we have to take care of Evan McCabe, we will.
Moments later, Garreth was lighting up, though, when we told Chloe that we were taking her to Lucy Montgomery’s store. She’s a fashion designer based in London, and Garreth is friendly with her husband Elliot. His real estate company handled the acquisition of our London office, and although it was a much smaller purchase, he helped me find the apartment for Chloe, Cat, and me.
That night, Garreth surprised us all with the news that Sienna Langfield was joining us for dinner.
The look on my wife’s face was priceless. She’d planned a cooking class for all of us—probably because of the incessant teasing about her lack of skills in the kitchen that Chloe and I subjected her to. If she’d had time to plan, she would have had dinner catered to help her convince one of her favorite designers to partner with Jolie for a project she’d been discussing with me.
It's a brilliant idea, and I knew Sienna would jump on it.
Except we didn’t have a chance to discuss it, because Chloe accidentally flicked tomato paste in Hayden’s eye, and he took the opportunity to yell “food fight,” and moments later, the entire kitchen was covered in food, as were all of our guests, which included a fashion designer and a princess.
Smiling at the memories made with my family, I pocket my phone and turn back to the game.
“Thought you said you were trading Parker.” The second the words are out of my mouth, the player in question gets slammed into the wall by an opponent, and the three of us grunt in unison.
“Seriously? You weren’t listening to a word I said that night. Did a memory of that conversation magically float through your mind all these months later?” Gavin brings his old-fashioned to his lips.
I grimace at him. It drives me nuts that he doctors up my whiskey. Especially when he adds sugar. Whiskey is meant to be experienced all on its own.
