Free Jokers: BBW Billionaire Menage Romance (Billionaire Brothers, II Book 2) by Meg Watson

lips pursed expectantly. “Now, before you say anything,” she warned, "I just want to say that I know he's not my usual type…”
    “Melita…”
    "I mean, he's smarter than he sounds, I promise!”
    “No, honey, it's not that —”
    She waved her fingers between us in the air, then began fanning herself.
    “I mean, did you hear that accent? Doesn't it just do something to you?”
    I reached out and took her hands between mine, drawing her attention to me. I needed her to look at me.
    “Melita, listen to me —”
    “I really want you to like him!”
    I shook my head. I was so, so sorry. I was sorrier for this than maybe anything, ever.
    “Melita, honey…. That man is married.”
    Her face froze. I felt like I was staring at a wax statue.
    “No, he isn't.”
    My purse started to vibrate. I cut my eyes toward it and then looked back at Melita who had her lips pressed so tightly together that the reflection on the gloss formed concentric arches.
    “I saw the ring… When he came in, when he waved…”
    She shook her head tightly, loosening her curls so that they fell around her face.
    “No.”
    I took a deep breath and held it for a moment. My purse inched toward me.
    “I know you don't want to hear this, honey —”
    “What is that sound?” she interrupted irritably.
    “It doesn't matter — listen to me, Mel…”
    “I thought you said Carl turned off your cell phone?”
    I finally looked at my purse. That sound: it was my ringtone from my supposedly dead cell phone. How was that possible?
    "Mel, I saw the ring,” I repeated dumbly.
    Her hands flew up, palm-out, cutting the space between us in half.
    “You just can't… You just don't want me to be happy, do you?” she hissed through her teeth.
    “Oh god, Melita, no! I don't want anything but —”
    She cut her eyes toward my purse and stood up out of her chair.
    “I think you better get that,” she growled as she dragged the strap of her handbag over her shoulder, one hand still blocking off the space between us.
    I shook my head helplessly as she walked toward the men's room and found Jay, who had just come back out. He glanced at me and scowled, then folded his plaid-shirted arm around her shoulder and buried his lips against her hairline. She angled her body toward the front door and began walking with him right behind her.
    Out of habit, my fingers dug to the bottom of my purse and pulled the vibrating cell phone out. It was still jangling out a decent version of that Justin Timberlake song I like so much.
    How can this be happening?
    And how is my cell phone still on? Or, back on?
    My thumb swiped the face, almost automatically hitting the Connect button. Then I froze, not really understand what I was seeing.
    Avery, W.
    It's Whitney.
    She's calling me.
    Whitney Fucking Avery is calling me.
     
     
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    I heard the front door open and Tomas hopping as he jumped over the threshold. Then I heard the scraping sound of her dragging her handbag off the small table. I took the opportunity and jogged down the short hallway toward her.
    “Wait, Melita? Hold on please,” I said in a rush.
    She glared at me as though she'd been waiting for me to come toward her. Just shot me a look like a lightning bolt, bang . I flinched and threw my hands up to surrender.
    “Okay, okay, I know you’re so mad at me,” I started again. “But, honey, if you'll just talk to me, please.”
    “You know what,” she said in a tight growl, “I don't think I need to talk to you at all right now. I need to get Tomas to daycare.”
    “But it's been days,” I whined. “I need to talk to you about the gallery, right? Don’t you want to talk about your new job?”
    She fisted her hand on her hip and cocked her head at me sarcastically.
    “You know what, I think I will be seeking other