Page 4 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

“There's only so much people can handle, Levon. And she's part of my wedding whether you like it or not. Wearefriends, you know.”

“I know and I've always respected that.”

I turned to take a peek at her and she nodded, adding a smile as she said, “It'll be fine, okay? I promise. I won't say another word if you really don't want me to.”

“I don't want you to.”

“I respect that.”

I took her hand and squeezed it with all the brotherly love I could muster. “Thanks, little bean.”

“Of course, bro. We're getting close to the restaurant. Can I cover it this time?”

“No, it's my turn.”

She shook her head with a chuckle. “Last I checked, it wasmyturn.”

“No, last I was here, you paid for our tacos before I boarded my flight. Remember? The ones from the food court that had so little cheese that you complained?”

She hummed. “Well, I'll be. That memory was hidden away behind my hunger.”

“So, it'smyturn.”

She laughed. “Alright, I know not to argue with my brother. Where were you in Europe? You smell like patchouli and stuff.”

“That must have been the guy next to me. He had an immaculate beard.”

“Oh, really? How immaculate?”

“Like it fell into his lap. That's how immaculate it was.”

She giggled as she pulled up to the drive-thru speaker. “Tell me what you want now or forever hold your peace.”

“Speaking of, do you have your vows ready?” I leaned over the center console to get a better view of the menu. Once I had my order in mind, I added. “I'll have a number one, add bacon, and a Dr. Pepper.”

“You got it.”

“So, your vows?”

She shrugged. “I've got a few lines written, but I haven't done anything fancy with them.”

“Do you need help with that?”

“I never took you for a poet,” she teased as she rolled down the window.

As she stated our order into the speaker, I leaned back in my seat, waiting for her to be finished.

“Anyway,” she said. “I guess I could use your help.”

“I was in Rome for a little while. I met a poet there. He helped me get some of the basics down.”

“What were you in Rome for?”

“The company sent me there to meet a few potential clients.”

“Yeah? How did it go?”

I laughed. “Well, we drank a good bit, but they liked us in the end.”

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