B is for Barista (The ABCs of Love Book 2) by Brenna Jacobs

Author:Brenna Jacobs [Jacobs, Brenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Four Petal Press
Published: 2019-04-30T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

Going out to dinner with Ivy was so much different—so much better—than any of the dates Bentley had been on in a long time. She didn’t seem to expect anything of him. She took him at face value. She didn’t try to make herself seem like the most interesting person in the room; she simply was the most interesting. She didn’t show off. She didn’t fawn over him. She was cool, and Bentley (who knew very well he’d be better described as “tightly wound”) deeply respected anyone who was effortlessly cool. Unless she really was like all those other girls, but a better actor. He didn’t think so, somehow. She seemed to think he was funny when funny was expected. She thanked him for dinner, but without the gushing that often came with a visit to a really nice place.

He’d tried to explain it to Lex, but he quickly found that she hadn’t outgrown the younger sister trick of teasing him about girls.

She leaned in and asked him in a too-sweet voice, “Want to tell me something else that Ivy said?” her voice bouncing over Ivy’s name.

Bentley knew the only way to push off an offensive attack was with an attack of his own. “I want to tell you everything she said,” he answered. “Let’s start with how she said hello when I got to her door.”

Lex rolled her eyes and picked up her phone. “Not listening.”

Bentley smiled. “Oh, but did I tell you about her other job? She’s a CNA.”

“Almost a nurse?” Lex asked, her bored voice coming out around the phone she practically hid behind.

“Be nice.”

“Sounds like you’re being nice enough for both of us.”

“That’s always been my job,” he said. He adored his sisters, he really did, but Lex could take the wicked wealthy woman stereotypes to a whole new level. He knew she wasn’t as big a snob as she acted, but her acting was very convincing.

Bentley and Lex sat in their parents’ media room, waiting for Mercedes and her husband and kids to show up for family dinner. Hollis family dinner was a weekly formal affair that their mom loved. She sent out engraved invitations. To her children. Every week. And nobody missed a family dinner. Once, Lex was in the hospital with appendicitis, and the whole family descended on her room for Sunday dinner. As much traveling as their father did, he knew never to be away over a weekend. Bentley thought it might have been written into his parents’ pre-nuptial agreement. It was certainly carved in stone as far as his mom was concerned.

“What’s for dinner?” Bentley asked, trying to get Lex back into a talking mood.

She shrugged. “I never read the cards anymore.” The invitation always mentioned what meal would be served, as if that would make any of them think twice about coming. Bentley laughed about his mom’s tradition, but he’d never want to miss it. He wondered how Adam, Mercedes’ husband, really felt about giving up every Sunday evening. If he minded, he didn’t say.

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