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arrived to save the day. Thank God for that , I thought as I greeted him with a smile and a warm hug.

Chapter Six
     
    Steamed lobsters, pasta with white sauce, garlic bread, and an excellent white wine completed the meal, although the guys opted to have beers instead of the wine.
    My brother seated himself at the head of the table while Drew and I chose to sit across from each other. As nervous as I was, I couldn’t help eating not one, not two, but three medium-sized succulent lobster tails. They were to die for when dipped in butter sauce.
    I hadn’t realized how starved I was until my brother cheekily pointed out that I still had a hard time resisting some of my favorite foods, even though I had claimed I was hell-bent on practicing portion control. I loved my brother, but at times like these, he should know better than to point out that my soul was still a diehard fat-ass. Nevertheless, men were unperturbed when it came to women’s sensitivity about body image. It was a golden fact as old as time.
    “Spencer is insisting that you come along.” Jackson broke the amiable silence while I coolly sipped on my wine.
    Before I was given the chance to voice out my reply, however, Drew butted in for me. “Where to?” he grumbled out as he impassively directed his gaze at Jackson.
    “Miami.”
    When those intense blue eyes landed on me, I felt as though my chest were about to combust from hypertension.
    “You’re going?” he casually asked.
    As simple as that question sounded, there was an underlying meaning to it. It was uncomfortable to say the least, but I knew I had to mumble a response since Jackson was waiting for one.
    “I’m … uh … I’m not sure yet. Can I think on it?” I had never been to Florida, but I didn’t want to join Jacks and his friends if Spencer was tagging along wherever I went, like how he had been at the party, stuck to me like glue.
    Jackson frowned as if he were trying to piece something in his mind. “Is there something going on between you and Spencer?”
    His question threw me off a little. I wasn’t sure how to proceed with it. In the end, I eventually muttered an honest, “No. I don’t know.”
    “You can’t be serious?” Drew piped in his blatant objection before regarding Jackson with unmistaken disgust on his face. “The guy is fucking garbage, and we both know it. If you give your approval for her to date someone, at least do it with a guy who isn’t a halfwit bitch-face wearing some tight jeans suffocating his balls, who splashes his money around because that’s the only currency that could garner him any form of respect since everyone knows he’s a fucking joke.”
    “Wow, what the hell did Spencer ever do to you?” My gasp barely showed how perplexed I was over his rant.
    Jackson blew out a hot breath before uttering, “He found out Spencer slept with one of his women. Shit went downhill from there.”
    Ah. A woman. Of course. What else could it be? Had he been in love with her? Because no man could be this hateful toward another guy unless that woman meant something more than a quick lay in the sack.
    “How many women do you have on speed dial?” It was a question in reference to Jackson’s statement of “one of his women.” My curiosity had gotten the best of me.
    Drew locked his jaw as he gave me a hard stare while I audaciously raised my brow, goading him a little.
    “Too many to count at this point.” Jackson chuckled before he drank his beer.
    “You’re one to talk,” Drew chided as he directed him a curt glare before he let out a tired sigh and resumed eating.
    Feeling the brunt of his gaze, Jackson held up his hands. “Hey, I’m not judging; just stating facts here, bro.”
    There was no denying Drew found this particular subject unappetizing. Regardless, I couldn’t let it go. I had to know more about this woman in question. She must have been quite special.
    “If she was, as Jackson put it, one of many, then she shouldn’t incite such