When a large shadow cast over their table, Nevaeh had thought it was either Ben or their waiter, Scott who had been on his toes with making sure Levi got as drunk as he planned to get. Scott was definitely earning that tip tonight. Looking up, her eyes widened. Ben was there, his massive body helping cast much of the shadow, but he was not alone. His arm was outstretched, holding back two others who looked in on the four of them with bow ties lost from their shirts, chests heaving slightly, hair disheveled, as if they had run a marathon.
Ofa nudged Levi’s knee; he opened his eyes and looked at her, then followed her finger as she pointed behind him. When his eyes locked with Sébastien’s, he remained emotionless. It could have been the alcohol, could have been the current lack of f
