Rocked by the Billionaire: A Billionaire's Club Story Read Free Page B

dinner plates.
    Kayleigh’s eyes slid to the right, where Spencer was chatting with Rachael’s husband, Colton, and she brought her voice down to a whisper. “How did
you
find out?”
    “Colton told me.” Rachael picked up the fruit-and-cheese tray and followed Kayleigh from the kitchen to the dining room. “Spencer told him yesterday.” She set the platter down next to the roasted game hens and rosemary-seasoned new potatoes and put her wineglass next to a plate.
    Spencer knew Luke was in town?
The churning knot of nerves in her stomach unfurled and took flight, rocketing right up her throat. “How in the hell did Spencer find out?” She damned near choked on the words as she tried to keep her voice down to a vehement hiss.
    “What?” Rachael’s brow furrowed. “Are we talking about the same thing?”
    Her panic quickly turned to confusion. Were they? She had no idea …
    “Okay ladies, what are y’all gossiping about over here?”
    Kayleigh sloshed the wine over the lip of her glass as she set it down on the table. She’d only been seeing Spencer for a couple of months but he knew about her history with Luke. Hell, anyone who’d grown up in the county knew about it. Even though Spencer had graduated high school before Kayleigh was a freshman, and he didn’t really know Luke, he’d always had a strange grudge against the Blackwell family. The fact that Kayleigh was still friendly with Ryder even rubbed him the wrong way. Needless to say, Kayleigh did her best to keep any talk of the Blackwells—or her history with Luke—off the table.
    “Girl stuff. None of your business,” Rachael teased.
    Spencer eased up behind her and placed a kiss on Kayleigh’s cheek. Rather than lean into the contact, every muscle in her body seized up. She’d rubbed her “date” in Luke’s face and she was ashamed of it. And now, she was ashamed of the fact that she was standing next to an attentive, successful, generally decent guy and all she could think about was the not-so-decent one she’d left staring after her at the bistro.
    “Hey?” Spencer asked close to her ear. “Are you okay?”
    “Fine.” Kayleigh gave a nervous laugh. “Just starved. Let’s eat.”
    By the time her third glass of pinot kicked in, Kayleigh wished she was more interested in eating dinner. The table tilted at an angle and every word out of Spencer’s mouth seemed a thousand times funnier than usual. Rachael was giving her some serious side-eye and after she’d served up a few pieces of poorly sliced cheesecake, Kayleigh was more than ready to put this miserable evening behind her and go to bed.
    Spencer cleared his throat and picked up his wineglass as he stood from the table. His gaze landed on Kayleigh and a warm smile lit his face. Her mouth went dry and taking a deep enough breath to fill her lungs with the necessary oxygen to stay conscious was damned near impossible as her heart began to hammer in her rib cage like a stampede of wild stallions. What was he about to do?
Oh, god
. Kayleigh’s gaze slid to Rachael, her eyes as big as dinner plates and glistening with happy anticipation.
    Spencer wasn’t going to do what she thought he was going to do … was he?
    “Kayleigh.” Spencer reached for his pocket, producing a black velvet box and her vision darkened at the periphery. “I know it hasn’t been that long, but—”
    “Luke Blackwell is in town.” Kayleigh shot up out of her seat, the words exploding from her lips in a nearly incoherent rush. “I saw him at the bistro tonight and he asked me out for dinner.”
    A dark cloud settled over Spencer’s once bright expression and an uncomfortable silence settled on the table. Colton shifted in his seat and Rachael’s eyes were glued to Kayleigh, even larger than they’d been before and her mouth forming a silent “oh” of shock.
    Are you insane?
She hadn’t meant to stand up and blurt out some sort of confession as though she’d stripped naked and screwed Luke right