But something tells me I shouldn't ask. Or maybe I'm scared to ask. Scared to hear something that will rain on my parade.
Ty does set the table.
Ian pulls me into a tight embrace. Runs his lips up my neck. Along my earlobe. "Sit with him."
"Who with what?"
He chuckles. "He's heard a lot about you."
"You talk about me?"
"All the time."
"You talk to your brother often?" He's only mentioned him in passing.
"He runs the London office of one of our companies."
"Oh." So many questions. Too many. "You work together?"
"Not directly. Not most of the time. If he's here… I imagine it's because of a negotiation in London."
"Oh."
"Oh?"
"Yep. Oh."
"This party was supposed to celebrate… a few things. It's nearly his birthday."
"You threw a party in the Hamptons to celebrate your brother's birthday?"
"It's more complicated than that."
"How?"
He releases me. Looks to his brother, who's now pouring generous helpings of gin over ice. "We have a tradition. One-upping each other. Last year, he rented a villa in the Caribbean."
"It sounds like he won." My laugh is awkward. There's something I'm missing here. But I think he's inviting me to find it. Maybe. "Villa in the Caribbean is way better than house in the Hamptons."
"Last minute. I had something booked for him and his fiancée, but she ended things," he says.
"Oh."
"It's a sore subject. Don't bring it up."
"What happened?"
"He hasn't said. I'm not sure he wants to."
"You're worried about him?"
"Always. He's my baby brother."
"I get that."
"I know." He leans down to press his lips to mine.
Need floods my senses. The softness of his lips. The smell of his soap. The perfect white light.
When I blink my eyes open, I'm dizzy. I want to stare into his dark eyes forever. I want to understand every single thing in them.
"What do you drink, Eve?" Ty calls from the table.
I force myself to step backward. "What are you having?"
Ty shoots Ian a look. When Ian waves him away, Ty turns his attention to me. "Is there anything besides gin here?" He motions to the top-shelf bottle on the table.
Ian chuckles. "Plenty. But it's for the party."
"He's cruel." Ty motions to a cocktail glass of ice. "I imagine there's plenty of Fever Tree in the fridge if you prefer that."
"You don't like gin?" I ask.
"They kick you out of London if you admit you don't like gin." He fills my glass then offers it to me.
"So it's a secret?" I take the glass. Hold it up to toast.
He laughs. "No, I like it. But when in Rome… what do they drink in the Hamptons?"
"White wine, probably. Or hard seltzer," I say.
His face screws with distaste. "Hard seltzer?" He shakes his head. "If you can't handle the taste of alcohol, don't drink it. Maybe if you're a teenager. No offense, Eve."
"Eve works as a bartender," Ian calls. "Careful challenging her."
"I agree. Hard seltzer is a waste. The wine coolers for my generation. I want to taste what I'm drinking." I take a sip. Mmm, smooth, sweet, botanical. And, most of all, it takes like Ian. My thoughts are already in the gutter. "But it's an easy order. So I don't mind."
"I tried my hand at tending bar for a few weeks," he says. "I didn't have the smile for it."
"Ah, but that's why the manager hired me." I laugh. "He said he didn't have enough 'punk bitches.' I guess some men prefer women who ignore them."
"Some, yes." His eyes flit to Ian for a second. Then they're on me. "What about you, Eve? Do you still tend bar?"
"I'm between jobs at the moment," I say.
"Of course. Ian always takes care of his… friends," he says.
"Does he have a lot?" I ask.
"He did. After his divorce finalized. No, it was worse then. He fucked every woman in London. That's why he had to leave. Too many awkward run-ins." Ty winks at Ian.
"Is that why you're here?" I ask.
Ty chuckles. "To flee all the women who can't get enough?"
"I imagine you have plenty calling to ask for more," I say.
"It's happened." Ty pulls out a chair for me. Motions for me to sit. When I do, he sits across from me. "I've seen one of Ian run-ins. He handled it well."
"Go on…"
"He'll kill me."
"You can take him," I say.
He chuckles. Holds up his glass. "I like her. She's bad news."
"I know." Ian smiles. "There's no way you can take me."