“So, Cher, where are you from?” My voice barely hides my anger.

“Spain,” she fires right back, staring at Andrew.

“Spain?” Andrew nods, leaning back in the deep red leather booth. “Really? My family has a house in Marbella.”

“Lovely,” is all she says.

Jax grins, looking from me to her as Raven brings the martini to her lips.

“So, Cher… I take it your parents are big fans of hers?” Andrew smiles as he takes a sip of his drink.

“Clueless,” she says over the rim.

“Excuse me?” Andrew cocks his head.

“Clueless, the movie.” She looks at them. “Alicia Silverstone and Paul Rudd…” Both Jax and Andrew simply stare.

“Great movie. You should see it. Anyway, that’s who they named me after.” She sets her glass down and starts to fish out a blueberry.

“Another one?” Andrew chuckles.

“Please.” She nods, biting her lip, and I can feel my jaw clench as Andrew flashes her a grin and moves out of the booth. Christ, can he be more obvious?

“So, Jax…” She scoots a little away from me and crosses her legs. “I met your brother and his wife Tess.”

Jax smiles. Fucking Saddington twins. We run in the same circles. I think Jax is seeing someone. Not sure, though. I only got here about ten minutes before Andrew dumped my Lolita on us. Before he can answer, I say, “Where?”

Her eyes slant over at me but stay focused on Jax. “It was at Gia Fontaine—”

“Actually, I think she goes by Granger, now,” I say, cutting her off.

This time she does turn to glare at me. “If I’m not mistaken, she’s kept her maiden name professionally.” She blinks at me, and I can’t decide if I want to shove my cock down her throat or spank her ass.

I shouldn’t engage. But screw it, I want to see her squirm. “Small world. I was there also.” Not caring in the least that Jax is watching us as if we are an amusing movie, I briefly reflect on how much his stupid dimples aggravate me.

“Really? My daddy brought me so…” She smiles sweetly at me, and I almost choke on my bourbon.

“Here you go, my angel.” Andrew places another martini in front of her and settles back in the booth.

“What’d I miss?”

“Oh, not much.” Jax motions with his glass of bourbon at Raven.

“Apparently, Cher has a Big Daddy who took her to the Gia Fontaine-Granger exhibit, where she met my brother and Tess.” Jax nods as he covers his laughter by drinking his bourbon like a shot, then stands.

“Good seeing you, Powers, and good luck.” His eyes drift to Raven while he walks past us toward the end of the bar.

“Wait. You’re kidding me?” Andrew sits up. “Do you know each other?”

“I need to use the restroom,” Raven snaps as Andrew glares at me.