The Casanova (The Miles High Club #3)(101)

Kill me now.

“Will you just all fuck off,” Elliot snaps. “I’ve got gray hair after this morning.” He stands and looks at his hair in the mirror.

“Your face though when Mom said happy birthday,” Jameson says, and the boys all laugh as if picturing it once more. They break into chatter and Elliot’s eyes find mine across the room and he smiles softly.

I love seeing him with his brothers like this; they aren’t at all as I imagined.

Fun, carefree, and full of banter.

Surprisingly normal.

I glance at my watch: 12:45 p.m. Mrs. Miles will be here soon.

Fuck.

I’m so nervous I could die.

My phone rings and the name Elliot lights up the screen. “Hello Mr. Miles.” I smile.

“Hi. You ready for your lunch date?”

“Nope.” I sigh. “What do I say?”

“Everything except anything.”

“What?”

“My mother wants to get you alone so she can dig for information.”

“Like what?”

“She’s nosy.”

“What will I tell her?”

“Nothing. Tell her nothing.”

My eyes widen. “What if she asks me questions?”

“Oh, she will. Don’t you worry about that.”

“How will I answer them?”

“Just be evasive.”

I close my eyes. “This day is a nightmare, Elliot,” I whisper.

He chuckles.

“Did you really bring me here to meet your mother?”

“Maybe.”

“Why?”

“I told you already, I didn’t want to go a week without seeing you.”

My heart swells.

“What if she doesn’t like me?”

“It doesn’t matter, I like you.”

I smile as I run my finger along the countertop.

“Does that count for something?” he asks.

“It does.”

“After you finish lunch with her, come and see me at work.”

“Really?” I sigh. God, so much pressure in one day. I’ve been running around all morning looking for the perfect gift. “I’ll just see you tonight.”

“Kate, it’s my birthday.”

I roll my eyes. “Fine.”

“Don’t drink too much at lunch,” he reminds me.

I giggle.

“I mean it, she hates drunks.”

“Oh.” He’s serious. “Okay.”

“And don’t tell her anything about us.”

I shrug. What could I possibly tell her—I don’t even know what’s going on. “Okay.”

“And—”

“Elliot,” I cut him off. “You’re making me more nervous than I already am,” I splutter.

“Sorry.” He exhales.

“I’ll see you this afternoon?”

“Alright. Bye babe.”

I hang up and rush to the bathroom to check how I look one last time. I’m wearing a black, long-sleeved dress that Daniel made me buy, and nude high heels with a matching clutch. My hair is styled and I have minimal makeup on.

I’m going for sensible-classy, not sure if I’ve achieved it, but whatever, this is all I’ve got.

The door buzzer sounds and I run out and push the intercom. “Hello.”

“Your car is here, Miss Landon,” a male voice replies.

“I’ll be right down.”

I stare at my reflection in the mirror and I let out a shaky deep breath, putting my hand over my stomach to try and calm the butterflies. What was I thinking, agreeing to this?

I make my way down and walk out to find a black limousine parked at the curb, and my nerves hit an all-time high.

Fuck.

The doorman opens the back door. “Miss Landon.” He nods.

“Thank you.”

I climb in to find Elizabeth sitting in the backseat; she smiles warmly. “Hello Kate.”

She’s immaculately dressed in designer labels and looks like a beautiful fashion model.

The look of money oozes out of her and I’m quite sure that Daniel would bow at her feet. Imagine the designers that would swarm around her.

“Hi.” The door shuts behind me; is it too late to run?

“I’ve booked us into my favorite restaurant.” She smiles. “I hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I will.” I clasp my hands in my lap so tightly that I nearly cut off the circulation.

Fifteen minutes later we pull up outside a swanky-looking restaurant and I follow her in. “Mrs. Miles.” The waiters all smile. “How lovely to see you.”

“Hello.”

“Your table is this way.”

We are shown to our table and the waitress asks, “Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Yes.” Elizabeth smiles. “Would you like some wine, Kathryn?”

“No, thank you, I don’t drink that often,” I lie. “Just a mineral water for me, please.”

“Oh.” A trace of a smile crosses her face. “I’ll have the same.”

Her eyes hold mine and she links her fingers under her chin. “I can see why Elliot is so swept away with you, you’re lovely.”