“This feels like déjà vu.” Cole grinned cheekily at Shannon, and she threw her napkin at him for some bizarre reason.
Jo ignored them. “Yes.” She smiled. “Can I still give her your number?”
“Wait.” I glanced down the table at Logan. “Is J. B. Carmichael our landlord, Braden – your boss’s – wife?”
“Yeah.”
“And you just didn’t think it was important to mention that his wife was a bestselling author?”
Logan’s eyes glimmered with amusement. “Not really.”
“Have you not seen her flat?” Maia jumped in for me. “It’s, like, overflowing with books. Including J. B. Carmichael’s books. You could have told her.”
Cole found this even more hilarious.
“Can we maybe stop calling her ‘J. B. Carmichael’?” Cam asked the whole table. “It’s weird.”
“Agreed.” Jo nodded and turned back to me. “Can I give Joss your number?”
Joss, I mouthed. “Joss.” I managed to utter the word. “Yes. Yes, you can definitely do that.”
Holy crap. There was a possibility J. B. Carmichael could be my client. That would look amazing on my Web site!
“We’ve lost her,” Logan said.
I rolled my eyes at him. “You have not. I’m here.” I grinned huge. “I’m just happier than I was ten minutes ago.”
He burst out laughing but was stopped from responding by the pretty waitress hovering over him. She grinned down at him, cocking her hip toward him. Logan’s own grin deepened.
I felt an unpleasant sensation in my stomach.
“Can I get you guys drinks?” the waitress asked the table while looking into Logan’s eyes. She was just his type. Petite, blond, with exaggerated curves.
“Water for the table,” Logan said.
“Anything else?”
“Guys?” he asked us without taking his eyes off her.
I wanted to punch him.
Hard.
“I like your tattoo,” the waitress said. “Does it mean something?”
“It definitely means something.” He grinned suggestively at her.
Shannon shot him an annoyed look before turning to us. “A bottle of wine?”
We nodded.
“Red?” Jo asked.
We all nodded again.
“A bottle of the house red,” Logan said. “Maia.” He finally wrenched his eyes away from the waitress to look at Maia. He frowned when he found her glaring daggers at him. “What do you want to drink, sweetheart?”
Instead of answering, she buried her nose in her menu.