“Whatever.” Why should I worry about money now that I was CEO of Wolfe Enterprises? I was more interested in something else. “Who else said that to you?”
She nodded toward the left. “A lady over at that table.”
I stared in that direction to a table in the corner. Three men and two women, one of whose back was to me but I’d recognize her anywhere. She was wearing the same jacket she’d had on during dinner, and the man sitting next to her had his hand on her forearm.
Jealousy lit up within me.
The server took Roy and Reid’s orders while I continued to grit my teeth over that slug touching Lacey’s arm.
Before the waitress left, I signaled her. “Just out of curiosity, did the bartender give the woman at the other table a sixty-five-dollar glass of bourbon?”
She laughed. “He sure did. Two, actually, as they ordered another. Four altogether, because the guy next to her ordered the same thing. They’re going to be surprised when their bill comes.”
I chuckled.
Reid looked over at the other table. “That’s Lacey Ward. I didn’t take her for a bourbon drinker, and certainly not an expensive bourbon drinker.” He smiled. “You know what? Change my order to that bourbon, too. It’s not usually my drink, but I’d like to try it.”
Even Roy spoke up. “Mine too. You’re going to have a good night tip-wise.”
“Sure thing.” She smiled and headed toward the bar.
I couldn’t help chuckling softly to myself. Pretty boy with his hand on Lacey would no doubt get stuck with the bill. Served him right for touching her.
Reid was saying something, but all I could do was seethe at that jerk touching Lacey.
My Lacey.
Hell, no. Not my Lacey. She’d made that clear earlier, and I didn’t want her anyway. At least not in any serious way.
The waitress—her name tag said Lisa—returned with our drinks.
“That’s some quick service,” Reid said jovially.
“When I get an order worth a couple hundred dollars, I step on it.” She set our drinks down on the table. “Should I order you another round?”
“Let’s see if we like it first,” Reid said.
“You can get me another,” I said. “Bourbon may not be my brothers’ first choice, but it’s mine.”
“You got it, sweetheart.” She winked.
Lisa was a pretty woman, curvy with red hair and freckles. Luscious lips that, any other time, I’d be dreaming about kissing.
Not tonight.
My thoughts were focused on the woman in the corner whose back was to me. She didn’t even know my brothers and I had come into the bar. Hadn’t turned around once.
And that damned guy’s hand was still on her arm.
“What do you think, Rock?” Reid asked.
“What do I think about what?”
“What we’re talking about.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Christ. Haven’t you been listening at all?”
“I guess not.” No, I’d been watching the back of Lacey’s head. Her arm being fondled by a pretty boy.
“He’s been staring at Dad’s lawyer,” Roy said.
“You have the hots for Lacey,” Reid said. “Can’t say I blame you.”
A sudden bolt jerked through me. Reid was known as a womanizer, was in all the celebrity magazines with different women on his arm. Had he and Lacey… Man, I couldn’t even finish the sentence in my head.
All of a sudden I wanted to throttle my little brother into oblivion.
“Have you and she…”
He shook his head.
Damned lucky for him.
“Never had the pleasure,” he said. “But I wouldn’t kick her out of bed.”
His comment made me seethe again, but I fought against it. “Do you happen to know any of those people she’s with?”
“Only one. The guy on her right is Fox Monroe. He’s a model. Riley introduced us once.”
So pretty boy was a model. Made sense. And no pretty boy model was a match for me. I slid my chair backward. “I’m going over there.”
“But we came here to talk about—”
I stopped listening to Reid. Rage boiled under my skin as I stalked toward the table in the corner. What would I say? I had no idea.
Right before I arrived, though, Lisa swooped in and laid their check on the table.
Pretty boy grabbed it. “Let me.” Then his eyes widened as he looked at what must have been an exorbitant number he hadn’t expected.
Lacey turned toward him and said something I couldn’t make out. Her back was still toward me.
Pretty boy shook his head and grabbed his wallet out of his pants.
And I laughed uproariously.
A little louder than I’d meant to.
Lacey turned around, her beautiful eyes wide. “Rock! What are you doing here?”24LaceyRock Wolfe looked delicious. He always looked delicious, and I was already horny.
And a little bit drunk.
Three bourbons were a lot for me, apparently.
“Having a drink with my brothers. I thought I’d come over and say hi.” He turned to Fox. “Mr. Monroe, I’d know you anywhere. Your face is all over the place. I’m Rock Wolfe. You probably know my sister, Riley.”