“Right. I make my demons angels though. I like hanging out with people who do the same.”
“Jett’s too much of a …”
“A pessimist? Or a complete jackass? Or—”
She cut me off before I could get on a roll. “He’s the oldest. He cares, just in his own controlling way.”
“I don’t need that in my life.”
She nodded and rolled her lips between her teeth.
“What do you want to say?” I sighed.
“Nothing.” She pushed the cart toward the checkout lady and started setting items down on the counter. “It’s just I don’t normally hear you talk about guys like this.”
“I talk about every guy like this,” I retorted.
“No”—she shook her head and handed her card over to the cashier—“you claim every guy is a prince and/or your knight in shining armor.”
“A lot of them could be.”
“Okay. Well, you didn’t claim that Jett was.”
Huh.
She had me there. “Well, that’s because he literally could never be that. He’s seriously a devil. Like, take Steven for instance. He would definitely wine and dine me.”
She shrugged. “Steven hasn’t wined and dined you yet.”
I looked down and slumped a little. “I know. I think he’s weirded out by the fact that he’s technically my boss. But he invited me to the meeting with Stonewood Enterprises this week. He knows he shouldn’t invite an associate lawyer to that meeting. I am a nobody in the company right now.”
Aubrey straightened. “Hey. You are such a smart lawyer. He wants your professional opinion.”
“Maybe.” I shrugged. “I’m green though. It doesn’t look good to the others who have been left out of the meeting although they’ve been there for years.”
“He knows what he’s doing.”
I winked. “And he looks good doing it.”
She shrugged. “Okay, so we’re still rooting for Steven to ask you out, and we want nothing to do with Jett?”
I nodded. “Exactly.”
I moved to grab my card so I could split the cost with her like we had in the past, but she stopped me. “Jax is paying for this one. He said you saved him from the near-death experience of shopping with me.”
“Oh my God! Why didn’t you tell me? I would have bought so much more stuff,” I whined.
Her eyes bugged out. “Vick, you don’t have to scream about it.”
I winced, knowing my excitement always made me too loud. “Sorry!”
My phone went off as we made our way out of the store. We listened to Miranda sing about her broken heart not being her momma’s.
“You have to talk to her at some point, Vick.” Aubrey eyed my purse which held my phone.
“I know but, for now, my poor mother needs to take a hint. I texted her that your wedding went well.”
We walked toward the SUV that was waiting for Aubrey. “I still can’t believe you didn’t let me invite them.”