“We come here enough,” Milton said, locking gaze with one of the waitresses as she passed. He turned his head to check out her ass as she walked by.
They looked as different as night and day. Quinton appeared bored with the idea of having to do lunch, and Milton looked as though every woman in the place was here as his own personal buffet.
Were Harlon's friends the equivalent of a devil and angel on his shoulder? Or maybe they helped to make him look like the normal one. My lips twitched.
“Excuse the womanizer, he was adopted as a child,” Quinton announced.
I chuckled as Ruby and Harlon headed in our direction. Harlon tapped Milton’s shoulder. “You’re in my seat.”
“Oh, right. Of course, you want to sit by the pretty newcomer.” Milton rose from his seat and moved over, taking his drink with him.
“If you want to sit by a beautiful woman, go into the woods and find your own.”
Milton took a sip of his drink, holding my gaze. His was hungry and dark like I might be a condiment on his normal buffet.
Harlon leaned into Milton. “Quit the commentary in your head.”
“That’s kind of hard to do.” Milton’s smile grew as his gaze slowly traveled to my breasts in the too-tight top that Ruby had brought me when I was at the mansion.
“My eyes are up here, Romeo,” I said, snapping my fingers.
Quinton nudged his brother. “She’s got your number, and she just met you. You should think about that.”
Milton winked. “Save me a dance tonight, honey, and I’ll give you all my numbers.”
Harlon rested his hand over mine on the table. The move didn’t go unnoticed. Milton met Harlon’s gaze. He tilted his head in understanding before he turned his attention to Ruby. “Ruby will dance with me, won’t you darlin’?”
Ruby rose and rolled her eyes. “Excuse me, I see Senator Henderson. I’d like to go say hello.”
She disappeared again, and Quinton rose, too, nudging his brother in the shoulder. “I think we’ll go say hello too. We’re still negotiating security for his daughter’s wedding. Come on, Romeo. Maybe you can turn off the charm and put your business head back to work.”
Harlon and I remained at the table. His warm palm lay over mine when our waiter returned with my drink and brought one for Harlon that he hadn’t ordered. The waiter’s gaze landed on our joined hands, and he smiled as if realizing his tip probably had just quadrupled.
“Did you buy a dress?”
“She bought me three,” I said, slipping my hand free and taking a sip of my water. “And shoes and jeans and purses and lingerie. The woman is like a tornado blowing in and out of stores.”
“Listen,” he said, retaking my hand. “I’m sorry about the warehouse. That…situation…just caught me off guard.”
“I get it,” I said as he lifted my wrist to his mouth and placed a tender kiss on my pulse point. His heated gaze held mine, dripping with promises yet to come.
“Two days,” I whispered, trying to stop the heat claiming my cheeks. “Speaking of…” I said, slipping my hand free again and flipping through my sketchbook.
Without my fingers to hold, Harlon slid his hand onto my knee beneath the table, as if not touching me pained him.
I swallowed hard and licked my lips without meeting his eyes. I knew my desire would be staring back at me.
I slid his hand off my leg. “You keep touching me and we won’t make it till our entree arrives, and I need food.”
He chuckled but clasped his hands on the table. “What were you going to show me?”
I flipped the book open to the page I’d been drawing and flipped it around. “This.”
His sister was in some type of horse stable. Hay was lying around the floor. Suzie’s back was against the wall as she held up her hand to stop the man pointing a gun at her.
“Did you see his face?”
I shook my head. “No, but I think touching the football that Suzie made triggered this drawing
