Chapter 22

“Do I need to order something separate, or is there enough to go around?” Without a third chair, he was forced to flop down onto the lounger. The bounce in the cushion reminded him of Brandon’s tales of fucking Caryn, and he couldn’t help but wonder if there’d been a repeat in his absence.

Brandon put half of his sandwich on a napkin, leaving the untouched half on the plate he passed over to Seth. “So everything went okay? No trouble or anything?”

“Not a one.” He glanced at Caryn. “You can call your bank, or whoever it is who handles your funds, to confirm.”

She smiled. It might have been the first genuine smile he’d seen aimed at him. “Thank you. Maybe after lunch.”

Brandon’s smiled matched hers. “I think the three of us should do something to celebrate.”

“What, like take in a show?” Seth shook his head. “I’m sure Caryn wants to get out of here, now that her job is done.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” She lifted a shoulder in a casual shrug. “I’m not in any kind of hurry now.”