Page 10 of My Best Friend’s Billionaire Brother (Billionaire Brothers #4)

Will

It’s well past the end of the workday when I finally shut my laptop and stand up from my desk. My plan to get drinks with Turner is the only thing stopping me from continuing to work well into the evening.

Things with the new job have been going well.

Exceptionally well, honestly. The transition to CFO has been smooth, the job is everything I wanted, and it feels nice to finally let Dad take a step back from his empire and move toward retirement.

I know that’s what both he and Mom want.

I’m hoping that my being here will give them the confidence to eventually fully step down.

Travel the world, get a dog, just relax .

I check the time on my phone. I’m supposed to meet Turner in twenty minutes in an upscale bar in Back Bay. I should make it there just in time.

I head to the parking garage of the tall, skyscraper our company is located in, in the heart of downtown Boston. It doesn’t take me long to drive to the bar, and I manage to find a good parking space just a block away.

When I walk in, I see that Turner already has a table for us. A high-top in the back corner. He waves me over, and I take a seat.

“How’s work? You just come from the office?” he immediately asks. He pushes a Corona toward me, having already ordered.

I smile. He knows me so well. “You know it. A lot going on.”

Turner shakes his head. “When are you going to learn to relax? You’ve got more money than you could ever know what to do with. What’s your motivation for working anyway?” he jokes .

I roll my eyes. “I’d be bored out of my mind, that’s the motivation. Besides, my parents’ legacy is important to me. They built this company, and I intend to make sure it continues thriving.”

“The good old Summers legacy,” Turner says with a grin.

“Someone’s gotta keep it going.”

“Yeah, speaking of that,” Turner says, leaning forward, gripping his beer in hand. “How you planning on keeping that legacy going without a woman by your side?” He laughs. “Chloe says you don’t have a plus one to the wedding, and I know you don’t really date …”

I raise an eyebrow. “Since when have you cared about my dating life?”

“Since I’m marrying your sister and she cares about your dating life.”

I laugh. That’ll do it. I shrug. “Like you said, I don’t really date.”

Turner fixes me with a long, hard stare .

“What’s that look for?” I retort.

“What about that friend of Chloe’s? The cute, short one.”

My stomach lurches. “Josie?” Is it just me, or does my voice sound hoarse just saying her name? Shit.

“Yeah, the one you were totally enamored with the weekend of the bachelor party?”

My blood practically runs cold at this. Fuck. Turner noticed? Did other people notice?

That weekend was about a month ago now, and I haven’t seen Josie since. Sure, I’d fantasized about her more times than I care to admit, but there hasn’t been any reason for us to be around each other since then. And all I can think about is the wedding and getting to lay eyes on her.

But the fact that Turner is so casually calling me out? He knew ?

I suddenly realize I’ve been silent for too long when Turner chuckles. “Why don’t you make a move, man?” he asks me.

I debate denying his claims, but quickly come to the realization that it won’t do any good.

Turner knows me well enough—obviously. I sigh.

“She’s got a boyfriend,” I admit, grimacing at just the thought of him.

I wonder what went down with Josie and him when she got back from the bachelorette weekend.

Did he know that she ended up wearing that outfit he so staunchly disapproved of?

I wonder if she put him in his place or simply tried to pacify him.

Best case scenario is they got into a big fight that ended their relationship.

“Boyfriends can be switched out,” Turner simply replies.

This gets a laugh out of me. Always the optimist. “And she’s my sister’s best friend,” I add, as if that should stop me right in my tracks. Well, it hasn’t stopped me from thinking about the unspeakable things I want to do to her, that’s for sure .

“I’m marrying my best friend’s sister,” Turner says, throwing his hands in the air.

Okay. I guess he’s got me there. “Well, uh …” I don’t usually find myself at a loss for words, but here we are.

“So what I’m hearing is you have no excuse,” Turner presses.

I avoid eye contact, taking a deliberately slow sip of my beer.

God, he can be a prick when he wants to be.

Since when does he care about the women I date?

Or don’t date? Because let’s face it, I need to get Josie out of my system before the wedding rolls around.

I don’t think I could handle seeing her in a fucking bridesmaid dress, her hair and makeup all done …

Fuck. I’m ready for another shower session just at the thought of it.

“Just think it over, man,” Turner continues when I don’t reply. “Don’t let her be the one who got away.”