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Same, linemate. Fuckingsame.
“Recording,” Leo says, digging in the pocket for his phone. “Definitely recording.”
Fucking hell.
I exhale, shove Knox away when he gets close, and for some godawful reason, the next words come out of my mouth.
“You’re not handsome enough to tempt me.”
Forty-Seven
Nova
It’sa line I would have teased Lake about if not for the fact that I’ve just looked up and spied George coming toward us.
“Um,” I whisper.
“Dude,” Knox says loudly, laughter bubbling up in his chest. “You didnotjust quote Mr. Darcy.”
Lake had.
Probably because I’ve had the movie on repeat over the last few days. There is just something about it that sucks me in and—
Not the time.
Just like it’s not the time to clarify why Knox knows that quote well enough to immediately remember it’s from Mr. Darcy.
Because George is coming closer…and my sister is behind him.
And they’re both wearing huge grins on their faces.
What. The. Hell?
“Fuck off,” Lake grumbles, shoving Knox back again, “and sit your ass down before you fall down.”
“I think he has major Darcy vibes,” Ella says conspiratorially, grinning goofily up at me. “All serious and broody and a kickass businessman with a hidden heart of gold.” She clamps her hand to her chest and sighs, fluttering her eyelashes up at Lake. “Are you worth ten thousand a year too?”
Knox grins, leans in, and taps his sister on the nose, nearly sending both of them toppling. They right themselves, and Riggs shoves a glass of water in each of their hands.
Smart man.
Because seriously, these two should not be allowed to coexist in the same city. They are Trouble. With that capital T. “How uncouth,” Knox says, setting the cup of water on the bar top. “Darcy would never deign to be a businessman. Everyone knows that the truly rich don’twork.”
They are hilarious.
And I read enough Regency-Period romance novels to know that’s true—or close enough, anyway.
And I want to hear them continue to banter. I want to watch Lake’s scowl deepen.
I want…to kiss the frown lines away, to tease a smile out of him instead.
But my ex is incoming.
“Guys,” I say, my fingers tightening on Lake’s, trying to get him to focus. “I—”
Too late.
George and Ashley have hit our orbit.
