"I'm sorry, Ellie. I'll try to put him at ease about it."
"It's not your fault. Don't worry about it. It'll work out if it's supposed to."
His assurances didn't make me feel better. I tried to think if there was a way I could help.
Two guys stopped by our table. "Okay if we join you?" the taller one asked.
I glanced at Ellie, and then back at the guys. They looked like brothers and they were very attractive. Both were smiling and confident, their stances lose and easy.
I was about to say, Sure, when a warm hand settled on my bare shoulder and squeezed firmly. "This one's taken."
Across from me, Trey gaped as James Thomson rounded the sofa and extended his hand to him. "Taylor. James Thomson."
"Trey Taylor." He shook Thomson's hand with a wide smile. "But you knew that. Nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you."
I could've killed him. I seriously thought about it.
