Page 77 of Flirting With My Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

“Langston, that’s incredible. So you think Amanda has a chance to go into remission?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. But she’s the mother of my son, and I’ll do all I can to save him from the pain of losing a mother.”

“That only makes me love you that much more.”

He lowers his head to mine, our noses touching. “I love you too,” he whispers.

“Look at the two of you being all mushy.”

I look up to see Brensen and Ronnie coming toward us and realize Brensen is the one who’d just spoken.

“Hey, guys.” Langston waves.

“What’s up, man?” Ronnie asks.

“When did you get into town, Brensen?” I ask. He’s been over in Africa on a spiritual journey, trying to find himself.

“Just today. Stopped by for a bite to eat and ran into Ronnie on my way into the building. I wasn’t expecting to see you two here either. I heard you were together, and I had to come home to see it for myself.”

“Come sit down with us, guys,” I invite.

“You sure we won’t be interrupting?” Brensen asks.

“Not at all. But I can’t promise there won’t be a little PDA on our part.” I laugh.

“I might lose my appetite,” Ronnie jokes, climbing into the booth across from where Langston and I are cuddled up. Brensen slides in next to him.

“It can’t be worse than when you took Felicia out on a date, Ronnie. You guys were sucking face the entire time.” Langston has a grossed-out expression as he says it.

“Who’s Felicia?” Brensen asks.

“Some girl from college Ronnie had the hots for,” Langston explains. “Whatever happened to her anyway?”

Ronnie shrugs. “She ended up getting married and having a ton of kids.”

“Forever the bachelor,” Brensen says. “Join the club.”

“What about you, Brensen?” I sip my soda. “Any girls on the horizon?”

“Possibly.”

“You’re always so mysterious about women,” Ronnie says.

Brensen grins. “I don’t like to kiss and tell.”

“But it’s so much more fun when you do.” It’s true too. I’m all about hearing about other people’s love lives.

“Which never happens,” Langston says. “That makes me think he’s hiding something.”

Brensen only smiles bigger. “Oh, man. This is fun. It’s been ages since we just sat here at Harvey’s shooting the breeze.”

Dolores shows up with our food and takes Ronnie and Brensen’s orders.

I dig into my chicken sandwich while Brensen tells us all about Kenya. “I want to start a nonprofit over there to help all the poverty-stricken children there.”

“Hey, me too,” I pipe up. “I was just saying I want to start an orphanage in India. Maybe we could have one in Kenya too.”

“I know some people who could help make that happen,” Brensen says. “But it looks like Dad wants me to come back here and work for the company.”

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