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Cam looked at his phone. “Henry’s pulling up.”
“That’s good,” I said.
“Have a look at the menu.” He slid it over to me.
I opened the menu, admiring the choices that all looked delicious; this Michelin star restaurant offered too many choices.
We looked toward the door at the same time. There were hushed whispers and excited glances—both of us expected to see a celebrity or someone in the public eye.
But it was Henry, our tall, dashing brother, who’d entered the restaurant, oblivious to the admiring stares. His dark hair was styled with timeless elegance. His midnight blue velvet suit had pristine tailored lines, proving his refinement. The subtle sheen of his silk tie reflected restrained opulence, a nod to his aristocratic nature, and a shocking contrast to his military days, where he’d looked even more impressive as an officer.
A few other guests glanced our way, clearly impressed with the two hotties in the room. Or maybe, a few recognized the Coles.
These two exuded a sophistication that transcended even the most glamorous fashion, embodying a style as timeless as the Cole brand.
I stood and met Henry as he reached us, leaning in to hug him, his tall, firm frame grounding me for a moment before we stepped apart. He joined us at the generously sized corner table and loosened his tie, though it remained perfect.
“So, how’s my girl?” he said with affection.
“Fine.”
Neither of them needed to know that last night I’d driven to a location that was rumored to be sinister. Or that I had kissed a man I had a crush on. That forbidden kiss had stayed with me long after Greyson had dropped me home from the hotel. His stoic calmness almost making me doubt our intimate exchange.
“How’s work?” I asked, hoping to control the narrative.
“The same.” Henry waved it off. “How are you finding L.A.?”
“So far, I love it.”
Henry reached into his jacket pocket and slid a small box across the table. “Our welcome home gift.”
A kind of funny thing to say, considering we all grew up in New York, and now they lived in L.A. I opened the box and inside was a key fob with a Los Angeles heart on it.
“It’s parked at my place,” said Cameron. “A gift from both of us.”
“You got me a car!”
Henry raised a hand to apologize. “I know we’re meant to talk about these things first, but Cameron told me you like Audis.”
I leaped out of my seat and lunged at Henry, hugging him tightly for the gift, and then Cameron.
“Can I have my car back now, please?” he said, smirking.
“I was going to buy one,” I said.
“It’s blue,” said Cameron.
“I love it already,” I said.
“And next, a house!” Henry laughed. “We want to be there when you go house hunting.” He signaled to the waiter we were ready to order.
Cameron raised a finger. “But…you’re welcome to stay with me for as long as you want.”
“And you can come stay with me,” said Henry. “Always welcome.”
“Thank you, Henry.” I beamed at him. “You didn’t open the menu.”
Cameron smiled at him. “He has the same thing every time we’re here. Saffron-infused wild mushroom risotto with shaved black truffles.”
