“I don’t mind, but he probably would, my father, that is.”
“What’s he think of Carter?” Belle asked.
“Not his biggest fan.” Leah shrugged and watched Carter walk over from the bar. He was so damn sexy. She’d just come spectacularly on his cock, yet still, she wanted more. She’d do it again, right now, right here, if Nina’s was empty. He’d created this insatiable need in her that was impossible to ignore.
He set two cold bottles of Bud on the table. “Here.”
“Thanks.” She took a sip.
Their eyes connected. It was as if they could communicate without speaking. He was asking her if she was okay.
She smiled and nodded.
“I need to go speak to Hudson,” he said. “Won’t be long.”
“Sure. I’ll wait here.”
“We’ll look after her.” Wyatt spread his arm behind Belle. “Stop the vultures from circling.”
“If you do that, I’ll be impressed.” Carter pressed a kiss to the top of Leah’s head, then he turned and walked away.
He and Hudson disappeared into the office again. Brooklyn, left alone, wandered over to Leah, Wyatt, and Belle.
“Hey there.” She smiled at Leah and took a seat. She held a glass of dark amber liquid.
“Hi, Brooklyn,” Leah said. “Are you well?”
“Yeah, haven’t been dragged away kicking and screaming just yet.” She laughed. “How’s the beach house?”
So everyone knew her business, then.
“It feels like home,” Leah said.
“And soon will be. Perhaps I’ll come see it sometime.”
“I’d like that.” Leah smiled. “Come for brunch. I’m a whizz at goat’s cheese soufflé.”
An amused smile tugged Brooklyn’s mouth. “Sounds fancy.”
“Oh, it’s really quite easy.”
“What’s easy?”
Leah looked to her right. Beside their table stood the tattooed-chest lady. Her highly plucked right eyebrow was arched and her arms folded.
“Soufflé,” Brooklyn said. “Apparently.”
“Never had it.” The woman pulled up a chair and sat. She directed her attention to Leah. “So you’re Carter’s new bang.”
Leah swallowed, her throat tight. But she put on her best attorney face and smiled. “One way of putting it.”
“I was his last bang.” She set her hands on the table. Her fingernails were long, pointy, and black and she rapped them pinkie finger to index finger in little waves.
“This is Skylar,” Brooklyn said. “Skylar, this is Leah. Be nice.”
“I’m always nice.” Skylar smiled, but it didn’t reach her long-lashed eyes. “Nice as fucking pie.”
“Where’s Jordan?” Belle asked Skylar.