Against All Odds Choices (2ndt in a series of contemporary romance books for Kindle) by Sarah Amerson Page B
Authors: Sarah Amerson
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Ryan was
a special case.
Speaking of
special . . .
I took care of
the Fab Four's orders. A couple of minutes later, Jack came in the kitchen
looking troubled. He didn't speak to me at first; he went directly on preparing
his customer's food. I waited for him to say something. When he didn't, I
picked up the tray of appetizers and headed for the door.
“He got angry
when he realized you weren't going to serve him,” piped up Jack.
I turned
around and saw that he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were on the floor, his
forehead was creased as if he was in deep thought.
“He got
angrier when he saw Mr. Vanderbilt and his friends enter,” he continued.
I stiffened. I
knew where this was going.
“He muttered
something about what one of them was doing here. He looked aggravated. Then, I
saw Mr. Russo looking just as distraught when he saw your ex-boyfriend.”
I swallowed
the lump in my throat.
“I don't have
time for this, Jack,” I told him, feeling my arms weaken at the weight of what
I was carrying. “Let me serve this and we'll continue this discussion.”
Jack looked at
me seriously. “When you get back, tell me everything.”
I could only
nod. He returned his attention back to the preparation of food, and I left the
kitchen to serve the appetizers to Leo and his friends. I couldn't even bring
myself to smile at them while I served their food in front of them.
I was very
distracted by the fact that Jack knew what was going on between me and Leo. The
last thing I wanted was to hurt Jack. He warned me very clearly about Leo and I
didn't listen. He must feel like I betrayed him.
However, it
was my life. I just hoped he understood that.
I was so
absentminded that I didn't even notice Leo giving me a concerned look. He held
my hand to stop me from walking when I passed him.
“What's the
matter, B?”
I saw that he
was slightly frowning. He knew that there was something wrong. Nothing could
get past his piercing eyes. That, and I wasn't doing a very good job at my
poker face.
“Nothing,” I
answered, smiling weakly.
His frown
deepened. “Is his presence bothering you?”
I knew he was
referring to Ryan. I also knew that he'd take care of the matter instantly if I
said yes. But I didn't want anyone to cause a scene. Not here. Not now.
I shook my
head. “No. I promise to tell you if he is,” I added to ease him.
He stared at
me for a moment, before letting go of my hand.
“All right.”
With that, I
walked back to the kitchen. I started to pace, nervously waiting for Jack to
enter the kitchen. I didn't know what to say to him to justify my actions. Then
again, a part of me was questioning why I should justify in the first place. It
wasn't like he was my father or brother. He was more like a mentor – a mentor I
respected.
Well, that
answers that.
The door swung
open, and in walked Jack. He placed the tray on the nearest empty counter and
leaned his back there, like he was getting comfortable.
“How do Leo
Russo and Ryan know each other?” he inquired, direct to the point.
“Ryan met Leo
the other night outside my apartment building,” I replied evenly. “Leo and I
have been seeing each other for a while now.”
Thank God
Wendy wasn't here to hear this.
“Exactly how
long?”
“A couple of
months.”
“Bridget . .
.” Jack trailed off.
“It's nothing
serious,” I quickly said.
I wanted to
laugh at myself at how much a lie that was. The correct thing to have said was:
“It's nothing official.” Because I sure as hell was serious about Leo.
“Nothing
serious?” scoffed Jack. “I've seen the way he looks at you possessively
tonight. I can't believe you'd involve yourself with someone like him, Bridget.
He's dangerous. I thought I made myself clear on that.”
I found myself
wanting to defend Leo.
“He's not what
you think,” I told Jack firmly.
Jack's
eyebrows raised up. “Enlighten me, please.”
“He's not as
bad as everyone says he is. He might have been irrational
a special case.
Speaking of
special . . .
I took care of
the Fab Four's orders. A couple of minutes later, Jack came in the kitchen
looking troubled. He didn't speak to me at first; he went directly on preparing
his customer's food. I waited for him to say something. When he didn't, I
picked up the tray of appetizers and headed for the door.
“He got angry
when he realized you weren't going to serve him,” piped up Jack.
I turned
around and saw that he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were on the floor, his
forehead was creased as if he was in deep thought.
“He got
angrier when he saw Mr. Vanderbilt and his friends enter,” he continued.
I stiffened. I
knew where this was going.
“He muttered
something about what one of them was doing here. He looked aggravated. Then, I
saw Mr. Russo looking just as distraught when he saw your ex-boyfriend.”
I swallowed
the lump in my throat.
“I don't have
time for this, Jack,” I told him, feeling my arms weaken at the weight of what
I was carrying. “Let me serve this and we'll continue this discussion.”
Jack looked at
me seriously. “When you get back, tell me everything.”
I could only
nod. He returned his attention back to the preparation of food, and I left the
kitchen to serve the appetizers to Leo and his friends. I couldn't even bring
myself to smile at them while I served their food in front of them.
I was very
distracted by the fact that Jack knew what was going on between me and Leo. The
last thing I wanted was to hurt Jack. He warned me very clearly about Leo and I
didn't listen. He must feel like I betrayed him.
However, it
was my life. I just hoped he understood that.
I was so
absentminded that I didn't even notice Leo giving me a concerned look. He held
my hand to stop me from walking when I passed him.
“What's the
matter, B?”
I saw that he
was slightly frowning. He knew that there was something wrong. Nothing could
get past his piercing eyes. That, and I wasn't doing a very good job at my
poker face.
“Nothing,” I
answered, smiling weakly.
His frown
deepened. “Is his presence bothering you?”
I knew he was
referring to Ryan. I also knew that he'd take care of the matter instantly if I
said yes. But I didn't want anyone to cause a scene. Not here. Not now.
I shook my
head. “No. I promise to tell you if he is,” I added to ease him.
He stared at
me for a moment, before letting go of my hand.
“All right.”
With that, I
walked back to the kitchen. I started to pace, nervously waiting for Jack to
enter the kitchen. I didn't know what to say to him to justify my actions. Then
again, a part of me was questioning why I should justify in the first place. It
wasn't like he was my father or brother. He was more like a mentor – a mentor I
respected.
Well, that
answers that.
The door swung
open, and in walked Jack. He placed the tray on the nearest empty counter and
leaned his back there, like he was getting comfortable.
“How do Leo
Russo and Ryan know each other?” he inquired, direct to the point.
“Ryan met Leo
the other night outside my apartment building,” I replied evenly. “Leo and I
have been seeing each other for a while now.”
Thank God
Wendy wasn't here to hear this.
“Exactly how
long?”
“A couple of
months.”
“Bridget . .
.” Jack trailed off.
“It's nothing
serious,” I quickly said.
I wanted to
laugh at myself at how much a lie that was. The correct thing to have said was:
“It's nothing official.” Because I sure as hell was serious about Leo.
“Nothing
serious?” scoffed Jack. “I've seen the way he looks at you possessively
tonight. I can't believe you'd involve yourself with someone like him, Bridget.
He's dangerous. I thought I made myself clear on that.”
I found myself
wanting to defend Leo.
“He's not what
you think,” I told Jack firmly.
Jack's
eyebrows raised up. “Enlighten me, please.”
“He's not as
bad as everyone says he is. He might have been irrational
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