Inheriting a SECRET (Corrigan & Co. Book 7) Read Free Page B

you do, I’m sure your manager
would like to know.”
    “Bitch,” she
mumbles, and I’ve had enough.
    I wave the manager
over. “We need a new waitress since this one is intent on being
rude to my fiancée.”
    “You’re not really
engaged.”
    I lift up Darcy’s
hand and turn it towards her. “Yes, I really am.”
    “I’ve lost my
appetite, Bray,” Darcy says, standing suddenly. “I’d like to
leave now.”
    I nod, and stand as
well. The manager tries to get us to reconsider, but we walk past
him. I place my hand on Darcy’s lower back, and whisper in her ear.
    “I’m so sorry.”
    All I get is a nod. I
should’ve known this restaurant was going to be a train wreck, but
I thought the staff would be on their best behavior with all the
publicity about my engagement. I’m not that good of a fuck for
women to lose their minds over. Okay, well maybe I am, but there’s
no coat check for class, so where that waitress left hers, I don’t
know. Maybe she never had any, and being around Darcy makes me
realize I should’ve set my sights higher all along. Then again, I
did. It’s always been her, and a part of me is afraid that getting
to know her better will solidify that. A big part.
    * * *
    Darcy
    It’s not completely
Brayden’s fault that the waitress acted crazy. I mean, I’m pretty
sure she was one of his random hookups, but he at least tried to act
professional. He still shouldn’t have taken me there. I’d never
take him to the bars I frequent in Vegas, because I have my own share
of hookups, and he should really give me the same courtesy. Not to
mention that I’m hungry.
    “On a scale of one to
ten, how angry are you?”
    “If I wasn’t so
hungry, it would be a one. But I am, which means I’m at about a
twenty.”
    “So you’re not one
of those girls who would’ve picked at her food in front of me?”
    “I ordered a beer.
That should’ve given you a clue.”
    The smile on his face
reaches his eyes for the first time since we left the restaurant. “I
knew even before then. You’re never going to put on a show for me.”
    “Not when it comes to
food.”
    He pushes the intercom
in the car, and instructs the driver to pull over at the next open
café. When he does, I jump out of the car like it’s on fire. I get
a few looks in my fancy dress, but the nearest waiter smiles at me as
I take a seat. I’ve already told him it’s going to be a take away
order when Brayden finally saunters through the door with another
smile on his face.
    “Is it safe? I mean,
I didn’t want to get between you and your food.”
    I laugh at his teasing.
“Shut up and look at the menu.”
    “You’re not
ordering for me?”
    “Could I?”
    “Yes.”
    “What if I order
something you hate?”
    “I’ll eat it with a
smile on my face.”
    It hits me then. He’s
a prince. I knew that, but I forgot what exactly that entails. He’s
probably had to endure many meals that he hated with a smile on his
face. I hand him both menus.
    “Order for me ,
please.”
    “What? No. I want you
to have something you like. I know you’re really hungry.”
    “I think you’ll do
just fine.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Yeah.”
    When the waiter comes
back, the smile is gone from his face. He’s polite, but it’s
obvious that he was hoping my dinner companion was going to be
another woman. Brayden orders in French, earning him a little
respect, but nothing more. At least from the waiter. I lean over and
kiss him lightly after I hear him order me salmon with potatoes. I
knew he could do it.
    “I did good?”
    “You did.”
    “Think he’ll spit
on my steak frites?”
    “Probably.”
    “I can’t fault him
for hoping he’d get a chance with you.”
    “I am pretty
awesome.”
    “You really are,
Cat,” he says, looking really serious all of a sudden.
    “But you’ll still
try and destroy me if you don’t get what you want.”
    “Yes. I will destroy you.”
    “You’re welcome to
try, but I’ll warn you now that I won’t go