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"You'll be pleasant," I warn. "He's still my boss."
"He's not my boss," she mutters under her breath.
I give Brady a small smile as I slide into the seat beside him. His musky cologne assaults my senses as Ava elbows me in the arm on accident as she plops into her chair.
"Hi," I say to Brady, noting that he's not in his usual suit and tie but a pair of dark wash jeans and a cream pullover. He looks good. So good that it hurts.
"Hi," he says back.
I swallow hard as his caramel-colored eyes dip to my chest—to the tiny triangle of cleavage peeking out of my black sweater.
"What can I get you to drink?" a waitress appears in a white blouse and black apron.
"Strawberry daiquiri," Ava immediately responds.
"And I'll have a mint mojito," I bite my lower lip, internally chastising myself for ordering the drink I had at the Glorious Pig the night Brady and I shared our first kiss.
Brady smirks before taking a sip of his beer.
"What?" I try to hide a smile.
"I didn't know you still drank those," he clicks his tongue.
Of course, I do.
"Iz," Ava taps my shoulder with her hand. "You're here to talk tome, remember? Sister hang time?"
I take a deep breath. "I know."
"Then talk tome," her brown eyes widen.
I sneak a glance at Brady, who's overheard Ava.
"Pay attention to your sister," he playfully winks at me. "We can chat later."
My throat dries when it hits me that I don't want to pay attention to Ava. I just want to keep staring at Brady.
"What's going on with the newspaper?" I ask Ava as I turn my body away from Brady.
"Jack wants to start covering bigger stories and world news," Ava yawns. "I don't see why. We're a small town. We should focus on what's going on here."
"We do have a lot of tourists that come through," I shrug. "Maybe Jack wants to keep them up to date on what's going on—"
"Please, Iz," Ava shakes her head. "Don't take his side."
"I...I wasn't," I frown. "I was just trying to see things from his perspective."
"See them from mine," she begs. "Everyone else always agrees with Jack."
"I'm not agreeing with him," I hitch my shoulder. "Or you. I'm just—"
"Strawberry daiquiri," the waitress interrupts as she places the pink drink in front of Ava. "And a mint mojito."
Before I can take the drink from her, Brady extends his long arm and grabs it from the waitress. He sets it in front of me without ever looking at me.
"Uh, thanks," I say to him.
He doesn't respond.
