I picked up my phone, but it dinged with a text. From her.

Your sister wants you to join us. We’re at Gramercy Tavern.

I hadn’t stopped to think about why Lacey was having dinner with Riley. I’d just hopped in the elevator, gone down the street, and hailed a cab as quickly as I could.

When I got to the restaurant, I hightailed it in.

“May I help you, sir?” the tight-assed maître d’ asked.

“Yeah. I’m here to meet my sister and my…er…attorney.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but we require a jacket and tie.”

I was still clad in my jeans and my one decent shirt. “I don’t have a jacket and tie. So if you’ll kindly show me to my party—”

“If you could tell me whom you’re supposed to meet, perhaps I could let them know that you won’t be able to join them.”

“Are you fu— serious? My sister is Riley Wolfe, the model. I’m Rock Wolfe, the new CEO of Wolfe Enterprises.”

“Oh!” The man nearly fell into a bow. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Wolfe. Please follow me.”

He led me to a small table in a dimly lit corner of the restaurant. Lacey looked amazing. She was all navy blazer but I knew what she was hiding underneath. My sister looked beautiful, as always. Too thin, though. I didn’t like what modeling was doing to her. And her eyes…

I had to stop myself from gulping. I recognized that look in her big brown eyes. To me, she was still the six-year-old begging me not to hurt her daddy. My heart hurt just thinking about it.

So I decided not to think about it.

“Ms. Wolfe, your brother,” the maître d’ said.

“Great. Thank you. Sit down, Rock.”

Lacey’s cheeks were pink. Damn. Pink cheeks made for a hard cock. Crazy shit.

“I’ll send your server over right away, but is there anything I can get you in the meantime, Mr. Wolfe?” He unfolded my napkin and placed it across my lap.

“Bourbon on the rocks. Thanks.” And don’t come near my lap again.

“Any particular bourbon?”

“I don’t know. The first one the bartender can get his hands on works for me.”

“Of course.” He bowed again.

Being Derek Wolfe’s spawn apparently made me royalty all of a sudden.

I opened my mouth to speak when the server appeared. “The ladies’ meals are almost ready, so do you know what you’d like, sir? That way I can get it started and get it out as soon as possible.” He handed me a menu.

I set it aside. “Just get me a T-bone, very rare. Baked potato with sour cream, and whatever vegetable you have.”

“Very good, sir.” He bowed and left.

Yeah. Fucking royalty.