Entwine (Billionaire Series) by Evelyn Harper Page B

I had
wanted to hear. I resolved not to disturb either the gun or the money, but I
couldn’t help but wonder about them, and what they meant. I closed my eyes
again, trying to get back to sleep, but it did not come until long after dawn.
     

Jennifer & Philip
 

Chapter
7
     
    Jennifer hurried
into the restaurant. She was late and that did nothing to ease the fluttering
in her stomach. She'd spent a good thirty minutes walking around to clear her
mind after leaving work, and then, realized that she had only forty-five
minutes to shower, change, and get to Angelo's. She'd sent a text ahead to tell
Brad that she was running behind and hoped that new Brad didn't let it spoil
the evening. After the day she'd had, she really needed something to go right.
What she didn't need was Brad getting pissy because she wasn't on time.
     
    Angelo's was just
as she remembered it even though it had been nearly three years since she'd
been there last. All of her memories of this place were intrinsically tied to
Brad. It was here they'd had their first fancy date. Here they'd come when they
celebrated their dating anniversary. They'd come here the night they'd first
moved in together even though they had an apartment full of things that needed
unpacked and could barely afford to split an appetizer. All of those memories
flooded into Jennifer's mind as the hostess approached.
     
    “I'm meeting
someone here.” Jennifer pulled her wrap more tightly around her shoulders,
suddenly self-conscious though she wasn't sure why. If anything, she should be
comfortable with Brad here. This was their place. “Brad Miller?”
     
    “Right this way,
ma'am,” the attractive young hostess motioned for Jennifer to follow her.
     
    They made their way
through the crowded tables to a small booth for two at the back of the
restaurant. Jennifer hadn't really needed the escort. She could have made it
there blindfolded. It was their booth. She gave Brad a shy smile as she slid into
the seat across from him.
     
    “Things any better
at work today?” He asked after giving the waitress their wine selection.
     
    Jennifer shook her
head, unable to meet his eyes. She was afraid that whatever she saw there would
make her starting crying. “I might have actually quit.”
     
    “You might have
quit? You're not sure?”
     
    She shrugged. “I
told my boss that I was quitting but I don't know if he took it seriously.” She
didn't add that she wasn't sure if she wanted Philip to have taken it
seriously. She took a deep breath. “You know what, Brad, I don't want to talk
about my work. It's depressing and I've had enough of that for today.” She
raised her head. “Why don’t you tell me what you've been up to since I saw you
last.”
     
    Brad looked pleased
by her query. “Well, for the last six months, I've actually been working as a nutritionist
for a minor league baseball team down south. Then, about three weeks ago, I got
a job offer from Bud Melville.”
     
    “The hockey coach?”
Jennifer recognized the name. Rachel was insane for hockey. Jennifer had never
understood the appeal.
     
    “Right,” Brad
nodded. “Anyway, I did a phone interview and then, last week, I got the job.”
     
    “Congratulations!”
Jennifer said whole-heartedly. “I'm glad you're doing so well.”
     
    “I am,” Brad took a
sip of his wine. “And it's not just with the job either. I've really changed
the way I look at things, Jenny. I don't see the world the same way I did
before.”
     
    Jennifer raised an
eyebrow. While she was still hurt from her encounter with Philip, she wasn't
quite as vulnerable as she'd been the previous night. She wasn't sure she was
ready to accept that Brad had done a complete one-eighty. “What happened to
cause this change?”
     
    Brad shifted in his
seat and abruptly stood. “I have to use the restroom. I'll be right back and
I'll answer your question. I promise.”
     
    As he hurried away,
Jennifer took a sip of her wine. It wasn't as