Free Screwdriver by Mari Carr Page B

Gabriel’s dark hair and
complexion.
    If you really want to shake things up, fuck both of them
at the same time. How freaking hot would that be?
    Jordan squeezed her legs together and silently cursed
Stephanie for daring her to dream such an impossible dream. Last night, her
fantasy had continued to evolve as Casey took a turn between her legs while
Gabriel sucked on her breasts. She’d brought herself to climax twice before she
finally managed to sleep.
    Sophie had suggested it would be easier for her to decide
between them after a few more dates. Unfortunately, tonight only made that
choice more impossible.
    “Argh!”
    Speak of the devil.
    Jordan grinned when Sophie plopped down on a seat recently
vacated by a man who’d headed to the bar for a refill. “Is something wrong,
Soph?”
    “Not something. Someone. Marc Garrett.”
    “Oh wow. Is he here? Where is he?” Jordan had heard the
man’s name several times over the past few months—each time spoken with more
venom. She was dying of curiosity to see what the man who gave “unflappable
Sophie” fits looked like. Marc had become her friend’s archenemy, though Jordan
couldn’t figure out exactly why. All she knew was whenever Sophie’s path
crossed Marc’s, things quickly went south.
    Sophie waved her hand over her shoulder but didn’t turn to
point out the free-aid lawyer who irritated her. “Over there somewhere. I
should have had security escort him out. Arrogant jerk.”
    “Damn. What happened?”
    Sophie opened her purse and pulled out a mirror to check her
still-perfect hair and makeup. Jordan could have told her she looked fantastic,
but Sophie didn’t appear to be looking at herself. Instead she was using the
mirror to glance at the crowd behind her. Jordan studied the group of men
gathered around the stage, but none of them stood out to her. Then a handsome,
dark-haired man turned and looked toward their table. Jordan couldn’t be sure,
but she thought he winked.
    Sophie quickly snapped her mirror closed and put it back in
her handbag.
    “Why do you talk to him if he bugs you so much, Soph?”
    “It’s not like I seek him out. Asshole cornered me in the
coat-check room.”
    “What did he say?”
    Sophie shrugged and stood. “Nothing. He never says anything
important.”
    Before Jordan could ask for more details, Casey and Gabriel
returned to the table.
    “You and your committee did a fantastic job planning this
event, Sophie. You should be very pleased. Bridget told me you’ve already
surpassed your contributions goal.”
    Sophie smiled. “It’s been a terrific night, Gabe, but let’s
not fool ourselves into thinking the success had anything to do with the party.
It was kind of you to allow us to host it here as your grand opening for the
inn. The tickets sold out in record time because half of Portland was dying to
see inside this place. The remodel is incredible.”
    Gabriel put his hand on Casey’s shoulder. “That’s because of
this guy. He’s an architectural genius.”
    “Christ. Don’t go spreading that lie around, Gabe. Someone
might hear you and believe it.”
    Sophie rolled her eyes. “Modest ’til the end. I have to go
check in with the band’s manager. Make sure they have everything they need. You
guys get Jordan out there on the dance floor. She has a tendency to play the
wallflower at parties. I’m counting on you to prevent that tonight.”
    Casey gave her a salute. “Aye, aye, captain. We’re on it.”
    Sophie quickly walked toward the stage as Casey and Gabriel
reclaimed their seats.
    Gabriel pointed to Sophie. “I swear that woman could win the
Boston Marathon in those high heels of hers.”
    Jordan agreed. “I’ve told her the same thing several times.
I can’t even walk in shoes that high and she spends hours dashing from one end
of the bar to the next in them.”
    Casey sipped his water. “After watching her in her
country-club-party-planner glory, I have a hard time remembering Sophie