“What’s everyone having?” Jade asks.
“The shrimp linguini alfredo,” Fallon answers, not even looking at the selection on the menu.
“I need some meat,” I murmur, and then I see exactly what I want. “I’ll have the filet mignon with shoestring potatoes.”
“You should’ve said something,” Jase says.
“Huh?” Setting down my menu, I give him a confused look.
“Babe, I have all the meat you’ll ever need.”
“God help me,” I groan. Slumping back in my chair, I glance at the restaurant's décor to avoid looking at Jase. “You’re so freaking full of yourself. Doesn’t it get tiring carrying that big head of yours around all day?”
Jase begins to chuckle. “You have no idea. I can hardly walk.” I try not to laugh, but the second my lips twitch, Jase lets out a bark of laughter. Then he says, “It won’t be so funny when I die of blue balls.”
Covering my eyes with my hand, I do my best to school my face into a scowl as I mutter, “I’m never going to win with you.”JASEA waiter takes our orders, and then I lean back in the chair and stare at Mila until she glances at me. “What did Justin Green want?”
She just shrugs. “Nothing.”
A courier carrying flowers catches my eye. He asks one of the servers something, and then he’s pointed in our direction. A frown starts to form on my forehead as he walks toward us.
“I have flowers for a Mila West?” the guy asks.
Mila’s head snaps in his direction, and surprise flashes over her face. “That’s me.”
“Could you sign here?”
My frown darkens as he places the bouquet down on the table. The thing is nothing short of half a damn garden.
“Who would send me flowers?” Mila asks as she searches for the card. Finding it, my gaze narrows on her as she reads the message.
She grimaces, and looking rueful, she says, “They’re from Justin.” Her shoulders slump, and she glances around the restaurant. Spotting Justin where he’s seated with his friends, she rises from her chair, muttering, “Now I feel bad for saying no. Ugh. I should, at least, thank him.”
My face sets into a scowl as I watch Mila walk to his table. There’s a possessive twinge in my chest when she smiles at him.
Fallon sneezes, and it yanks my attention away from Mila. Getting up, I grab hold of the arrangement and set it down on the open table next to ours.
“Thanks,” Fallon says, then she grumbles, “Why did I have to be allergic to flowers? It sucks not being able to receive any.”
My eyes find Mila as she walks back to us. She sits down and gives Fallon an apologetic smile. “Sorry, my friend. Now your sinuses will be acting up again.”
Fallon waves it away. “I’ll take something for it when we’re done eating.”
My gaze is still locked on Mila. “So, you and Justin?”
She shakes her head and places her napkin over her lap. “There’s no Justin and me.”
A server brings our food, and while we eat, my eyes keep finding their way to Mila.
Drop it, Jase. You’re just overprotective because she’s your friend.
Obviously, Mila’s going to date, and with her fucking beauty, I’m actually surprised one of the guys on campus hasn’t swooped in to claim her.
The thought makes me freeze, and the glare on my face darkens.
“What’s wrong?” Fallon asks.
I continue cutting a piece of my steak. “Nothing.”
“Yeah, right,” Jade says. “It looks like you’re about to kill someone.”
“I said it’s nothing,” I snap. I drop my cutlery and take a deep breath before I give the girls a remorseful smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.”
Fallon reaches over to me and gives my arm a squeeze. “Let’s enjoy the meal.”
My eyes meet Fallon’s, and hers clearly say we’ll talk later. Thinking of a quick lie to get me out of the hot seat, I say, “I’m just worried about working with my father this summer.”
“I’ll be there to help. We’ll be fine,” Fallon says, a look of encouragement on her face.
I force a playful smile around my lips. “Yeah? Any way I can bribe you into doing my work?”
Fallon glares at me. “Nope.” But then her expression softens. “You won’t be alone. You’ll have Hana, Hunter, and myself there.”
I let out a heavy breath before I glance at Mila. I catch her staring at me with concern tightening her features. Giving her a grin, I focus on my dinner so the girls will drop the subject.
Why did Mila getting flowers piss me off so much?
Ignoring the question, I shove it deep down.
My eyes drift to her face again, and I watch as she nibbles on a shoestring potato. I take in her long silky black hair, and her sharp green eyes and full lips.
Those damn cheekbones of hers make her look fucking sexy.
My eyes glide down her neck, her skin snowy white. It’s in total contrast with her dark hair, and it makes her look more feminine.