Page 143 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

“When I was growing up, we played a game of chess to settle our differences.”

“I don't think Ryan is smart enough for that.”

Ryan laughed as he reached over the couch to swipe my hat from my head. I shook away from him, darting across the room.

My mother shook her head. “Boys will be boys.”

“Would you expect any less?”

“Well, I did raise you better. I don't know about Ryan.”

Ryan laughed. “Hey, that's fair. But I swear, I'm being as good to Jen as she's being good to me.”

“Oof, that doesn't bode well,” I teased. “She's not always the nicest girl in the world.”

“She's doing her best.”

I smiled. “Well, good. I'm glad to hear it's going well. How's the house coming along?”

“She's been flying around decorating everything. We'll need to borrow Clara one of these days so she stops freaking out about the colors of the walls.”

“Is she obsessing over specific colors?”

Ryan nodded. “Man, you havenoidea how obsessive she's getting.”

“Trust me, I've lived with her. I'm so aware of her obsession with fine details.”

“I'd say it would make her a great decorator if she wasn't committed to opening her own coffee shop one day.”

“She sure loves coffee.”

“I'm proud of her. She's already started saving for a deposit.”

I beamed. “That's my sister! Always business-minded.”

“I think she gets it from you.”

My dad perked up. “It certainly wasn't me.”

We all laughed as the front door popped open. Clara and Jen walked in carrying bags of food. The heavenly smell of Chinese takeout greeted my nostrils and my stomach growled immediately.

As everyone cheered for food, I wandered into the kitchen to gather plates. I handed them out as Clara set up the food on the coffee table. I squatted next to the coffee table with my plate, scooting close to Clara who was already piling her plate high with food.

I looked between the boxes and licked my lips.

“Need help choosing?” she offered. “The lo mein looks really good today.”

“I'll take that.”

She added noodles to my plate and then a spring roll. “I remembered they were your favorite.”

I grinned. “You know me so well.”

“I do my best.”

“I think you're doing more than your best.”

Ryan laughed. “Eww, they're doing it again.”

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