Bidding On The Billionaire (The Sherbrookes of Newport Book 8) by Christina Tetreault Page B

I’ve seen outside of London,” a male voice he didn’t recognize said moments before Brooklyn appeared in the doorway.
    “The only time I’ve seen Hamlet on stage was in high school. The drama club put it on my junior year.” With her head turned toward Trevor behind her, she couldn’t see him standing near the security desk.
    “Ambitious choice for a high school production.” Trevor appeared next to her as they entered the lobby.
    Derek couldn’t stop from giving Brooklyn the once-over. At the office she wore professional business suits, and when they hung out together she stuck with jeans and yoga pants. No one would ever call her dress tonight provocative, but it immediately called his attention to her curvy figure. Although he insisted she looked great, he knew Brooklyn was constantly trying to lose a few pounds. Looking at her now in that dress only reinforced what he already knew: she didn’t need to change anything. The side glances the security guard kept sending her way proved his point. He doubted she’d noticed though.
    “Perhaps, but —” Brooklyn paused and changed direction so they were headed toward him rather than the elevators, indicating she’d spotted him. “Derek. Hey, how are you?”
    He noticed how Trevor moved a step or two closer to her when they stopped. “Good. Just leaving Gray’s. He’s single for the evening, so I kept him company.” Derek switched his attention to Trevor and extended his hand. “Nice to see you again, Trevor. It’s been a while.”
    “One of your family’s New Year’s Eve parties, I believe.” Trevor shook his hand and then placed his palm on Brooklyn’s back. The possessive gesture had Derek clenching his teeth again. At this rate, he saw a trip to the dentist in his future.
    “I believe you’re right.” He didn’t know when or where they’d last seen each other, and honestly it didn’t matter. “I heard you mention Hamlet . Did you see the show tonight?” If Trevor wanted to show Brooklyn a nice night, he should’ve picked something besides a Shakespeare play. He knew she’d never been much into literature predating the nineteenth century.
    “We did. It’s at the Performing Arts Center until the end of the month,” Brooklyn answered. “It was well done.” She smiled as she spoke, but he heard the truth behind her words. She’d been bored to death during the performance. He didn’t blame her. He would’ve been bored too, especially if he had Trevor as a companion for the evening.
    “I’m glad I ran in to you tonight because I was going to call you in the morning anyway. Can you help me shop for a wedding present tomorrow? Sara’s wedding is next weekend, and I still need a gift.”
    He hadn’t intended to ask her to go shopping or anywhere else this weekend. And he didn’t need a wedding present. Sara and Christopher’s gift was wrapped and sitting in a closet at home. But he suddenly wanted to see her tomorrow.
    Brooklyn went to push up the glasses she wasn’t wearing, and then she glanced at Trevor. “Sorry, I can’t this weekend. Cheyenne’s visiting me.”
    She’d never mentioned a visit from her cousin. Normally she told him things like that. Sometimes the three of them would even get together when she came to Providence. While he didn’t like Brooklyn’s sisters, he liked her cousin. “Last-minute thing?”
    “Um, yeah. She called right before I went out tonight.”
    She didn’t have plans with her cousin this weekend, so why was she claiming she did? As far as he knew, she’d never made up an excuse before to get out of doing something with him. Was her little story now more for Trevor’s benefit? Regardless of the reason behind her lie, he’d go along with it. The next time they were alone he’d ask her about it though. “I’ll see if Courtney’s around then to help me. And I’ll see you at the office on Monday. Trevor, it was nice seeing you again.”
    Trevor gave a slight nod. “You