Irresistibly Yours - Lauren Layne Page 0,68

bother him so much that the only way Penelope would think of him as a boyfriend was if it was pretend?

And why did he want to punch Evan in the face every time he was on the receiving end of one of her smiles?

“So how long are you here, Ev?” Penelope said as she took a bite of fish.

“Just until Sunday for this trip,” Evan said, leaning back in his chair. “But I’m planning on making quite a few New York trips in the near future.”

Penelope nodded at this, seemingly preoccupied with her dinner, but Cole was watching the other man. Noted the way Evan’s eyes lingered speculatively on Penelope, as though she were part of some grand master plan.

Evan Barstow was a good-looking dude.

This alone didn’t bother Cole. What bothered him was that Evan looked an awful lot like Cole.

Evan was bulkier. And maybe an inch taller. But the dark blond hair was similar in both color and cut. Brown eyes, like Cole’s. The rest of his features a little closer to Cole’s than he’d like. Plus, they were both sportswriters….

Cole was struck with an obnoxious thought: What if he was some sort of look-alike rebound?

Was Penelope still so hung up on this asshole that she’d settled for the closest New York version she could find?

The thought burned.

“So, how long have you two been a thing?” Evan asked, transferring his gaze to Cole.

“Not long,” Penelope said quickly, before Cole could answer.

Cole stifled a surge of frustration. What was the point of them playing this little game if she was all but waving the available flag at Evan?

“And you met at work?” Evan asked.

“Penelope and I applied for the same job,” Cole said before Penelope could answer.

Sound familiar? he silently added.

“Oh yeah? How’d that work out?” Evan said with an uninterested little laugh, as though he hadn’t once applied for the same job as Penelope.

Cole slowly, deliberately reached around the back of Penelope’s chair, and rested his hand on the nape of her neck, as he turned to stare at her adoringly.

“I’d say it worked out pretty damn well.”

She glanced at Cole and gave a nervous little laugh. “We both ended up getting offered the job, actually. Co-editors.”

“Huh,” Evan said noncommittally.

“You two used to work together, yeah?” Cole asked, faking ignorance.

Penelope stiffened slightly under his hand, and he rubbed his thumb along the nape of her neck. Trust me.

“Yeah, for a while,” Evan said, taking a sip of his wine.

“And now you work for…refresh my memory on the company name?”

“Sportiva,” Evan said.

Cole frowned, feigning confusion as he kept his gaze locked on Evan. “Sportiva. Wait, Tiny, wasn’t that the company you interviewed for?”

There was a beat of silence before Evan gave a nervous laugh.

Cole looked at Penelope to find her giving him a back off glare.

He glared back, trying to silently communicate. Come on, Penelope. Stand up for yourself. What are we doing here if not to put this asshole in his place?

She merely looked away, licking her lips nervously. “Yeah. I applied.”

Evan set his wineglass down, and his expression went from nervous to earnest. “Actually, Pen, I wanted to talk to you about that.” He shifted his gaze just briefly to Cole. “Maybe later this weekend we can get some time to chat?”

Oh, hell no.

Penelope was silent for several moments. Then, “Sure. Okay.”

Cole’s gaze whipped back toward her. What the fuck?

But she wasn’t even looking at him. She and Evan were locked in some silent bubble of communication with Cole on the outside.

And it fucking blew.

Cole’s grip tightened on his wineglass as he tried to tell himself that it didn’t bother him, but fuck, of course it bothered him.

He wasn’t her boyfriend—he got that. But he treated her a hell of a lot better than this asshole.

He cared about her. A lot.

Just as Cole was wondering if he should make an excuse to leave the table before he made a fool of himself, he felt the soft brush of fingers against the back of his hand. Felt as her hand slid against his until they were palm to palm.

She turned her head then, meeting his eyes, smiling shyly as she linked her fingers with his.

He couldn’t look away, even though he knew this small woman could crack his heart in half.

Aw fuck, Sharpe, you are in so much trouble.

She gave him a thoughtful look and then turned back to Evan. “Actually, Ev, I’m busy the rest of this weekend.”

Cole’s heart beat faster, wondering if he’d heard her correctly, and