Page 12 of Wild Ever After
He hadn’t brought either with him. Did she know? Had she figured that one out? That she could challenge him and push him and he couldn’t use those things she hated on her to bend her will to his?
She used to know how testing his resolve ended, too.
Hell,heused to know how it ended. He wasn’t so sure now, but he couldn’t let her know how uncertain he was.
“Up. Now. We’re leaving.”
She opened her mouth again, and again, closed it before nodding.
He stood and waited for her to precede him. Her friend Will stood as they began to pass his table.
“It was a pleasure to meet you, Harry.”
The two men shook hands once more, the grip less a tug of dominance this time around. “Thank you. Perhaps we’ll meet again soon.”Hopefully, not too soon.
“If you’re still here on Sunday morning, perhaps you’d like to join my wife and I, some friends and family for brunch.”
“Oh, I’m sure Harry —”
“Would love to,” Harry finished for Bella, even though that wasn’t what she had meant to say. The tension in her body was back and he smiled. “We’d love to join you. Thank you.” He might not have much of a political career left, but he could still bullshit with the best of them.
“Excellent. We’ll be next door at Sunday’s.”
“Fantastic. I’m looking forward to it.”
As they walked out of the pub, Harry realized he’d been sincere. He wasn’t sure Bella would be looking forward to it, but he sure was. “So, Sunday’s on Sunday?” he asked her when they were outside.
“Yeah. Keira’s mother’s name.”
“Our waitress? She’s Will’s wife?”
Bella nodded, slipping her coat on. “Her family owns the pub. She doesn’t usually serve, but they must’ve been missing some people tonight.”
Hmm… Harry shrugged. “Okay, then. Sunday’s on Sunday.”
