alright?” Greg asks as we walk to his car.
I force a smile and nod my head. “Yes, sorry! My mind
wandered for a second. So, have you ever been to this restaurant before?”
Greg chose a very nice French restaurant for our date, it's
a cozy, softly lit place set in the hills of Potomac. The wait staff is clearly
passionate about their food, and delighted to have a young couple on a date
that they can fawn over.
“So, how is it working for your stepdad?” Greg asks with a
grin.
“You know, it's not that bad. I hardly ever think twice
about it, really. He's all the way at the top of the company, and I’m all the
way at the bottom, so we rarely interact on a day-to-day basis.”
“Speaking of being at the bottom, Roderick called me Steven
yesterday,” Greg says, referencing Pierce's business partner.
I laugh. “No! Is there even a Steven working there?”
“Nope! That's the worst part. Who knows who he was thinking
of…” He shakes his head remorsefully. “How come Pierce's son isn't working at
Thornhill and Co.? Didn't want to work with his dad?”
“Um, the opposite, actually. Pierce is pretty hard on
Nate...I feel kind of guilty about the whole thing because I think Nate wanted
the internship, and then Pierce offered it to me to punish him. I tried not to
accept, but Pierce insisted, and we’d just met, you know? I didn’t want to be
rude. Not to mention, my mom and Pierce haven't known each other for very long,
so I was a little taken aback by how quickly they’d gotten married…” I bite my
lip. “Sorry, wow. I'm rambling.”
“It's OK, I get it. My parents are divorced, too.”
“Well, mine aren't actually divorced. They weren't married
in the first place,” I clarify. But Greg isn't listening—he's squinting at the
entrance to the restaurant.
“Speaking of…isn't that Nate now? Did you tell him we were
coming here?”
“No, what? It can't be him,” I reply, turning around to look.
But sure enough, there he is, with a brunette stunner on his arm. That asshole!
There’s no way this is a coincidence—he must have overheard me telling my mom
that Greg was taking me here.
“Brynn!” Nate says with a smile, leading his date over as
the hostess trails them. “I didn't know you guys were coming here too! Greg,
right? I'm Nate.”
“Good to meet you,” Greg says, shaking his outstretched
hand.
“And this is Sophie,” Nate adds, indicating his date.
“Hey,” she says, glancing up for a moment from the cellphone
in her hands.
“Did you all want to sit together?” the hostess asks. “We
could pull another table over.”
I could kill her.
“What do you think?” Nate asks Greg, his grin at
full-wattage.
“Um, yeah, sure, why not?” Greg complies. I quickly stand
and make my way over to Greg as a waiter helps the hostess pull another small
table over. I'm not going to sit next to Nate and risk a repeat of that
thigh-touching incident.
“I'll let you two sit next to each other,” I explain with a
saccharine smile as I take a seat next to Greg.
“We just ordered so you're not too far behind,” Greg says as
the hostess hands Nate and Sophie menus.
“Could we get a bottle of Dom for the table?” Nate asks the
waiter, who nods happily and scurries off.
“Oh, you don't have to—” Greg begins.
“No, I insist. We're interrupting your date here,” Nate
replies magnanimously.
“I love champagne,” Sophie pipes up, finally putting her
phone away. I narrow my eyes at Nate and he studiously avoids my gaze.
“So, what were you two lovebirds talking about before we got
here?” Nate asks Greg.
“Nothing, really,” Greg replies glancing at me.
“You know, with your light hair, you two could almost be
related. Cousins, maybe,” Nate observes, leaning back in his chair. I swiftly
kick his shin under the table. I see his jaw tighten but he doesn't even make a
sound.
“Oh my god, totally!” Sophie agrees. “I made out with my
cousin once, but I didn't
I force a smile and nod my head. “Yes, sorry! My mind
wandered for a second. So, have you ever been to this restaurant before?”
Greg chose a very nice French restaurant for our date, it's
a cozy, softly lit place set in the hills of Potomac. The wait staff is clearly
passionate about their food, and delighted to have a young couple on a date
that they can fawn over.
“So, how is it working for your stepdad?” Greg asks with a
grin.
“You know, it's not that bad. I hardly ever think twice
about it, really. He's all the way at the top of the company, and I’m all the
way at the bottom, so we rarely interact on a day-to-day basis.”
“Speaking of being at the bottom, Roderick called me Steven
yesterday,” Greg says, referencing Pierce's business partner.
I laugh. “No! Is there even a Steven working there?”
“Nope! That's the worst part. Who knows who he was thinking
of…” He shakes his head remorsefully. “How come Pierce's son isn't working at
Thornhill and Co.? Didn't want to work with his dad?”
“Um, the opposite, actually. Pierce is pretty hard on
Nate...I feel kind of guilty about the whole thing because I think Nate wanted
the internship, and then Pierce offered it to me to punish him. I tried not to
accept, but Pierce insisted, and we’d just met, you know? I didn’t want to be
rude. Not to mention, my mom and Pierce haven't known each other for very long,
so I was a little taken aback by how quickly they’d gotten married…” I bite my
lip. “Sorry, wow. I'm rambling.”
“It's OK, I get it. My parents are divorced, too.”
“Well, mine aren't actually divorced. They weren't married
in the first place,” I clarify. But Greg isn't listening—he's squinting at the
entrance to the restaurant.
“Speaking of…isn't that Nate now? Did you tell him we were
coming here?”
“No, what? It can't be him,” I reply, turning around to look.
But sure enough, there he is, with a brunette stunner on his arm. That asshole!
There’s no way this is a coincidence—he must have overheard me telling my mom
that Greg was taking me here.
“Brynn!” Nate says with a smile, leading his date over as
the hostess trails them. “I didn't know you guys were coming here too! Greg,
right? I'm Nate.”
“Good to meet you,” Greg says, shaking his outstretched
hand.
“And this is Sophie,” Nate adds, indicating his date.
“Hey,” she says, glancing up for a moment from the cellphone
in her hands.
“Did you all want to sit together?” the hostess asks. “We
could pull another table over.”
I could kill her.
“What do you think?” Nate asks Greg, his grin at
full-wattage.
“Um, yeah, sure, why not?” Greg complies. I quickly stand
and make my way over to Greg as a waiter helps the hostess pull another small
table over. I'm not going to sit next to Nate and risk a repeat of that
thigh-touching incident.
“I'll let you two sit next to each other,” I explain with a
saccharine smile as I take a seat next to Greg.
“We just ordered so you're not too far behind,” Greg says as
the hostess hands Nate and Sophie menus.
“Could we get a bottle of Dom for the table?” Nate asks the
waiter, who nods happily and scurries off.
“Oh, you don't have to—” Greg begins.
“No, I insist. We're interrupting your date here,” Nate
replies magnanimously.
“I love champagne,” Sophie pipes up, finally putting her
phone away. I narrow my eyes at Nate and he studiously avoids my gaze.
“So, what were you two lovebirds talking about before we got
here?” Nate asks Greg.
“Nothing, really,” Greg replies glancing at me.
“You know, with your light hair, you two could almost be
related. Cousins, maybe,” Nate observes, leaning back in his chair. I swiftly
kick his shin under the table. I see his jaw tighten but he doesn't even make a
sound.
“Oh my god, totally!” Sophie agrees. “I made out with my
cousin once, but I didn't
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