The Vincent Boys 02 - The Vincent Brothers

toward me and grinned wickedly, “he was HOT.”
    “Really?” I asked incredulously.
    “Yes, really! Question is... what’re you doing with Ethan? Because he’s a good guy. I don’t want to see him hurt and he seems to really like you.”
    Shaking my head, I walked over to the sink. “I don’t know, I mean I don’t like him that way or anything. He’s just a nice guy and he seems interested in me and I thought—” I trailed off. Ethan was her friend and I wasn’t sure being honest about why I’d said okay to a date with Ethan was a good idea.
    “You thought Sawyer would get jealous. I already figured that out. We’re females, Lana. It happens when a god, like Sawyer Vincent, unleashes his power on us. Just let Ethan down easy. Don’t hurt him, okay?”
    I nodded and lifted my gaze to stare at my reflection in the mirror. Who was that girl looking back at me? Did I even know her anymore? Not only did she look different, she was acting completely different.
    “I won’t hurt him. I’ll make sure he understands and I won’t ignore him for Sawyer tonight either.”
    Leann nodded, “Good.”
    The door opened behind me and Ashton walked in, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she looked between Leann and me.
    “I had to run some interference but I think everything is smoothed out now,” Leann informed her as she walked tentatively into the restroom.
    “Oh, okay,” she studied me a moment, “are you alright?”
    “Yes. I’m good.”
    “Sawyer is different with her Ash,” Leann said bluntly.
    “I know. I’ve noticed.”
    “I think it’s more than he even realizes.”
    Ashton looked at Leann and a small smile touched her lips, “You think?”
    Leann nodded, “Yep.”
    Ashton reached for my hand and squeezed it. “Come on, let’s get back out there before one of them says the wrong thing and all hell breaks loose.”

Chapter Ten

    Sawyer

    “What the hell was that?” Ethan demanded as soon as Ashton was out of hearing distance.
    “Ash going to the restroom,” I drawled in a bored tone.
    Ethan started to stand up and snarled at me.
    “Sit down,” Beau barked and Ethan lowered himself back into his chair. “You know what he means, Sawyer.”
    “He knows I like Lana. Hell, he was with us all day on the boat. She was with me. Me . She wants to be with me. You can see it all over her face. Not my fault he asked her out and she was too nice to turn him down.”
    Ethan let out a frustrated sigh. He knew I was right. “You’re still hung up on A—” he trailed off when Beau turned his angry glare his way.
    “No, I’m not hung up on Ash. She’s moved on and I’m trying to do the same thing. But you’re stepping in my way.”
    “Do you have to flirt with her on my date? Could you at least let me enjoy tonight with her?”
    Shaking my head, I picked up the Coke the waitress had placed in front of me. “And let her think I don’t care she’s with you? No can do. She needs to know what I want.”
    Beau cleared his throat and stood up. “Hey baby,” he pulled the chair out beside him for Ashton to sit in.
    I turned my head to watch as Lana walked up to the table shifting her eyes from me to Ethan. I’d strategically taken the spot at the end of the table when Ethan had sat down leaving the spot next to the end open for Lana.
    “I’m guessing that seat isn’t for me,” Leann said in an amused tone under her voice as she passed me to go sit on the other side of Ashton.
    Lana pulled her chair out and sat down, putting herself equidistant from Ethan and me. Sliding my chair over, I closed the distance between us until my thigh was resting against hers.
    “Hey,” I said quietly as she peeked at me through the curtain of her hair separating us. I reached up and tucked the silky locks, blocking my view, behind her ear. “There, that’s better.”
    Her posture tensed.
    “You gonna eat those oysters with me?” I asked, leaning down to look at her menu, instead of opening mine.
    “Oh, I uh,” she stammered and Leann let out a loud sigh.
    “Tone that down a little bit would ya? The girl is so rattled she can’t even talk.”
    I didn’t take my eyes off Lana, “Am I making you nervous?”
    Lana lifted her eyes to meet my gaze. A small apologetic smile touched her lips. The pale pink lip-gloss she was wearing made them appear even plumper than normal. I leaned in and caught a small whiff of the raspberry scent.
    “A little,” she replied softly.
    She was on a date