Chapter 18

“What the hell was that?” I asked him instead and watched as he exhaled a deep breath and looked in her direction. She seemed to be in a conversation with a few women, her back turned to us.

“Isn’t she pretty?” he said in a daze and I smacked him in the head one more time because, well, because he deserved it for keeping it from me.

“What the hell was that for?” he snarled, clearly annoyed.

“For having hots for a girl that hot and not telling your best friend about it.”

“It’s not what you think,” he said almost ruefully, as if he positively believed he wasn’t good enough for her.

“What’s the problem? She clearly seems to have a thing for you.”

“It’s her family. Didn’t you hear? It’s her cousin’s wedding.”

He meant she belonged to a super-rich family, the one he was there to impress.

“You give yourself very little credit, Brandon. You’re successful, too. Her father is a client of your business.

“Well, that’s half the problem. I shouldn’t even think about her. Her father might be my cli