Page 59 of Wright Together
He grinned at his sister. “So could you.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m nineteen. I don’t need to fall in love.”
“College guys suck anyway,” I told her.
Her eyes roamed the already-busy dinner party. “Tell me about it.”
“Whitt!” a voice called over the increasing chatter.
Whitt turned to find Jordan and Julian standing in a group with other people from Wright Construction. They waved him over. He glanced down at me in concern.
“I’m a big girl. I’ll be fine. Harley and I will get to know each other.”
Whitt paled. “That’s what I’m worried about.”
Harley and I laughed at the same time. But Whitt shook his head and walked over to his brothers.
“Well, I like you already,” Harley said. “Though you’re waaay too good for him.”
It was my turn to give her a skeptical look. But Harley barreled on, like she hadn’t said something entirely unbelievable.
“I mean, look at you. You’re hot as fuck.”
“Thank you.”
“Drink?” Harley asked, snagging champagne for the both of us.
“Aren’t you underage?”
“I won’t tell if you won’t.” Harley winked at me.
I laughed. “Just don’t let your brothers see you.”
“Trust me, my entire life is getting around my brothers seeing anything I’m doing.”
We chuckled at that. I wasn’t going to parent her. I had done worse at her age. If a few glasses of champagne were the worst she could do here, then I thought she’d be fine.
We were chatting about her trip back to Seattle for the summer when a tall figure appeared before us. He was all tall, blond, and undeniably handsome. He looked so much like a younger version of his father. Charming and relentlessly good-looking. My heart beat in my throat at the sight of him—Chase Sinclair.
This was a problem that I hadn’t foreseen. Of course the Sinclairs were going to be in attendance. Did Chase’s appearance mean that Arnold would be here as well?
“Hello, Eve,” Chase said. His voice was only slightly strained at the edges when he said my name.
He knew that I’d been with his dad. Everyone knew. Great.
But his gaze slipped from mine to land on Harley, and something shifted in them. From discomfort to desire, like a light switch. An almost-hypnotic, restrained look to him. With one hand clenched at his side, as if he needed to physically hold himself back.
My eyes snapped to Harley and saw a coquettish expression on her face. This was not the first time they’d met. The memory of them dancing close at Jordan and Annie’s wedding came back to me. Whitt and I had left before the night ended. Had something happened between Chase and Harley in our absence?
“Harley,” he said with a tip of his head. His voice rough, like a shackle around his throat.
“Chase,” Harley said, all unbothered cool girl in her voice. All flirtation in her look.
“It’s good to see you both.”
“You, too,” I said as I sized up what was going on. “Is it just…you representing your family tonight?”
“Indeed. Just me.”