The Renegade Billionaire by Avery Maxwell

Author:Avery Maxwell [Maxwell, Avery]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: That's What She Said Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2025-01-29T00:00:00+00:00

21

BRAXTON

“Why are we doing this?” Greyson asks from the passenger side of my truck.

Somehow, he got shotgun, while Pops is in the middle and Sage is squished into the back seat. I saw Pops out messing with Grey’s rental car earlier—I know that’s why it wouldn’t start. I’ll have to speak to Pops about that.

“You’ve got to see the town.” Pops sounds annoyed, and I wonder if it’s because Grey outmaneuvered him to the passenger seat today. “First stop is the diner ’cause I’m starving.”

Grey’s stomach growls so loudly we all hear it, so he doesn’t bother arguing even though I can see in his shoulders that he was about to.

These two figured out immediately how to push each other’s buttons, so it’s anyone’s guess how it’ll play out.

“It’s a busy place,” Sage says, his head resting on the seat in front of him between Pops and Grey.

“It’s Betty’s famous meatloaf today, that’s why we needed to get here early.” Pops huffs. “If I missed out on my meatloaf because you were dicking around with your wiffee meeting, heads are gonna roll, you hear me? Heads will roll.”

“What the fuck is wiffee? And I wasn’t dicking around with anything. I had a $14 million deal on the table, Mercutio. What the hell is it you think I do anyway?”

“Not making meatloaf, I know that.”

I finally find a parking spot, and Grey jumps out of the truck before I’ve even put it in park. He stands outside, rolling his shoulders. I shouldn’t laugh at my best friend for being so out of his element, but I do.

“Come on,” I say, following him out. “How about you two put a pin in your little war and let’s go eat?”

“He started it.” Pops pouts.

Grey stares at me with a wide, bewildered gaze. “Is he for real? What kind of⁠—”

“Careful there, Uncle Grey. We don’t want the town thinking you’re some kind of rich asshole or anything.”

Grey snaps his mouth closed, buttons his suit jacket, because I can’t get him to wear anything we bought at Walmart, walks into Betty’s Diner, and stops with one foot inside when every head in the place turns to stare at him.

“Not so big in your britches now, are ya, kid?” Pops shimmies under Grey’s arm and enters to a chorus of hello and how ya been, Pops?

“Breathe, Grey. He’s just messing with you.” I chuckle and walk past him too.

“If my head explodes from being in Happiness fucking Georgia for too long, I will haunt you by singing every NSYNC song ever recorded,” Grey hisses to the back of my head.

“Promise?” I say, waggling my brows to get a rise out of him.

He reaches into his pocket and retrieves his lucky coin. It rolls through his fingers and back again.

“Betty said we can have the booth in the back,” Pops says smugly, and in all fairness, it is the best seat in the house. “Even your big bucks couldn’t get you that.”

He saunters past us, stopping to chat at each table he passes.

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