"Sounds like one big happy family," she murmured.
"Of sorts."
They arrived at the restaurant and the maître d' immediately ushered them to the table always reserved for himself or Gabe or Jace when they chose to eat here.
Josie sat across from Ash, but she didn't fully relax. She was perched on the edge of her seat and her gaze kept darting left and right and beyond Ash. She looked ill at ease and like she'd rather be anywhere but here with him. His ego was taking one hell of a beating. Women didn't normally have to be blackmailed in order to agree to a date with him.
"Would you like wine?" he asked when a waiter immediately appeared.
She shook her head. "No. Water will be fine. Thank you."
"Make that two," Ash murmured to the waiter.
"Don't let me keep you from enjoying wine if that's what you prefer," she said. "I just don't want to drink and then have to get back home. Alcohol makes me pretty fuzzy. Last thing I need to do is be stumbling around Manhattan after dark."
