Play The Part (Player Next Door Book 3)

61 | Table For Three

Chapter 61: Table For Three

The hostess barely had time to look up before Luke stepped into the restaurant and approached the podium, his presence commanding the space around her.

She startled, momentarily caught off guard and I watched her fumble with the reservation book.

I get it.

"Are you-" she paused mid-sentence, blanking.

Luke leaned casually on the counter, grabbing a mint from the small glass bowl on the podium, "Three."

"Table for three?" she repeated, her smile just a little too eager, "No problem. We have a few spots open. Right this way."

Luke glanced back at me and raised an eyebrow, silently signaling for me to go first.

I bopped my head and followed her, feeling the weight of his gaze lingering on me as I moved past.

"May I take your coats?" she offered, extending her arms out.

I shook my head, looking at the coat rack. It was mostly empty, just a few jackets, some leather, one yellow, a scarf and empty hangers.

The restaurant itself was half full. The hostess led us to a corner booth, where the cushioned, high-backed chairs felt plush as I sank into them.

"Is this a date, Luke Dawson?" I asked my boyfriend as he slid into the chair opposite me.

His sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes make him too striking to ignore.

"Only if you're ok with Austin Taylor as a third wheel," he winked and waved at someone behind me.

"Hello lovebirds," Austin appeared, shrugging his jacket off his shoulders, "Who's hungry?"

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I swirled my straw in my milkshake before sucking up some glorious creamy thick chocolate milk.

Luke glanced at me with his boring glass of cold water.

His blue eyes stayed very much on me, his hand touching the condensation on his clear glass.

"Do I need to leave?" Austin backed up.

"Hey Austin, did we tell you we went to find my father?" I asked, changing subject.

"The biker dude?" Austin asked, cutting into his steak.

"No."

"So who's the biker dude then?"

"What?" Luke asked.

"You know, the biker guy. We met him together. What's his name?" Austin asked.

Luke shrugged.

Austin turned to me, "Millie?"

I stared back blankly.

"Does no one know his name?"

Silence.

"So we're all hanging out with this middle aged man and none of us know where he comes from?" Austin asked.

"Sounds about right," Luke said.

"Cool," Austin bit into his steak, "Just checking."

"I don't ask questions anymore," Luke replied, acting like I wasn't even here.

Austin ate his steak quietly for a few more seconds before he said, "So then how do you know the biker dude is not your father?"

This is not where I expected the conversation to go.