Beautiful Redemption (The Maddox Brothers #2)(27)
Author: Jamie McGuire

The whole of Squad Five was staring into my office.

I gritted my teeth. “Unless you have an update for me, Agent Maddox, please allow me to continue my current task.”

“Have a good day, Agent Lindy.”

“Thank you,” I said in a huff.

Before he closed the door, he poked his head back in. “I was just getting used to you calling me Thomas.”

“Get out of my office, Thomas.”

He shut the door, and my cheeks burned bright as an uncontrollable smile spread across my face.

Miniature rivers rushed down each side of the street, a city’s worth of dirt and debris escaping down the large square drains at each intersection. Tires sloshed in high-pitched tones as they careened down the wet asphalt, and I stood in front of the striped awning and large glass windows that featured Brooklyn Girl in vintage font.

I couldn’t stop smiling about the fact that I wasn’t saddled with a heavy coat. The low clouds overhead were backlit by the moon, and the sky had spit and poured on San Diego off and on all day, yet there I stood in a sleeveless white blouse, a coral linen blazer, and skinny jeans with sandals. I’d wanted to wear my suede slingback heels, but I hadn’t wanted to chance getting them wet.

“Hey,” Sawyer said into my ear.

I turned and smiled, elbowing him.

“I got us a table,” Thomas said, breezing past us and opening the door. “Three, right?”

Sawyer looked like he’d swallowed his tongue.

Thomas’s eyebrows lifted. “Well? Let’s eat. I’m starved.”

Sawyer and I traded glances, and I walked in first, followed by Sawyer.

Thomas shoved his hands into his pockets as he stood at the hostess’s podium.

“Thomas Maddox,” the young woman said, a sparkle in her eye. “It’s been a long time.”

“Hi, Kasie. Table for three, please.”

“Right this way.” Kasie smiled, taking three menus and leading us to a corner booth.

Sawyer sat first near the wall, and I sat in the chair next to him, leaving Thomas to sit across from us. Both men looked happy with the arrangement at first, but Thomas’s eyebrows pulled together when Sawyer scooted his chair a bit closer to mine.

I suspiciously eyed him. “I thought this was your favorite restaurant?”

“It is,” Thomas said.

“She said you haven’t been in here in a long time.”

“Nope.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Didn’t you used to bring your girl here?” Sawyer asked.

Thomas lowered his chin and glowered at Sawyer, but when Thomas’s eyes met mine, his features softened. He looked down, situating his silverware and napkin. “The last time I came here was with her.”

“Oh,” I said, my mouth suddenly dry.

A young waitress approached our table with a smile. “Hi, guys.”

Sawyer looked up at her with a familiar gleam in his eye. “Someone’s got a date after work. I’m jealous.”

Tessa blushed. “New lipstick.”

“I knew it was something.” Sawyer’s eyes lingered on her a big longer before he looked down at the menu.

Thomas rolled his eyes, ordered a bottle of wine without looking at the list, and then she was gone again.

“So,” Sawyer said, turning his entire body toward me, “did you figure out the painting?”

“No,” I said with a quiet laugh, shaking my head. “I don’t know why it’s so heavy. It’s still propped against the wall where I want to hang it.”

“So weird there’s not a stud anywhere along that wall,” Sawyer said, desperately trying not to seem nervous.

Thomas shifted in his seat. “I have anchors. How heavy is it?”

“Too heavy for the drywall, but I think an anchor would work,” I said.

Thomas shrugged, looking far more comfortable with the situation than Sawyer or me. “I’ll bring one down later.”

From my peripheral, I saw the smallest movement in Sawyer’s jaw. Thomas had just secured time alone with me later. I wasn’t sure if other women enjoyed being in this position, but I was borderline miserable.

Tessa returned with a bottle and three glasses.

As she poured, Sawyer winked at her. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

“You’re welcome, Sawyer.” She could barely contain her glee as she teetered on the heels of her feet. “Uh, have you decided on an appetizer?”

“The roasted stuffed marrow,” Thomas said, making a point not to take his eyes off of me.

The intensity of his stare made me squirm, but I didn’t look away. On the outside at least, I wanted to seem impervious.

“I’ll just have the hummus,” Sawyer said, looking disgusted at Thomas’s choice.

Tessa turned on her heels, and Sawyer watched her walk all the way back to the kitchen.

“Excuse me,” Sawyer said, motioning that he needed out of the booth.

“Oh.” I scooted over and stood, letting him get out.

He walked by me with a smile and then toward what I assumed was the restroom, past the gray walls and modern rustic wall art.

Thomas smiled as I returned to my seat. The air conditioner kicked on, and I pulled my blazer tighter around me.

“Would you like my jacket?” Thomas said, offering his blazer. It perfectly matched the walls. He also wore jeans and laced brown leather Timberland boots.

I shook my head. “I’m not that cold.”

“You just don’t want to be wearing my jacket when Sawyer comes out of the restroom. But he won’t notice because he’ll be chatting it up with Tessa.”

“What Sawyer thinks or feels doesn’t concern me.”

“Then, why are you here with him?” His tone wasn’t accusatory. In fact, it was so unlike his usual demanding loud voice that his words nearly blended into the hum of the AC.

“I’m not sitting across from him. At the moment, I’m here with you.”

The corners of his mouth turned up. He seemed to like that, and I inwardly cursed myself for the way that made me feel.

“I like this place,” I said, glancing around. “It sort of reminds me of you.”

“I used to love this place,” Thomas said.

“But not anymore. Because of her?”

“My last memory of this place is also my last memory of her. I don’t count the airport.”

“So, she left you.”

“Yes. I thought we were going to talk about your ex, not mine.”