*Isabella's POV*
I took a deep breath and walked over, my heels clicking softly on the polished floor. "This place is nice," I said, sliding into the empty chair between them. "Who picked it?"
"Me," they both said at the exact same time.
Oh, for f**k's sake.
"I chose the restaurant," Damien said, his voice a low, possessive rumble.
"Because I told you she likes Italian," Jacob retorted, a smug little smirk on his face.
"I knew that, way before you did," Damien countered, his eyes narrowing.
Oh well, I thought, a slow smile spreading across my face. This might be fun.
"Are you boys done?" I asked, my voice laced with sweet, dripping sarcasm.
They both stopped, turning to look at me, and glared at each other for a moment before the tension melted away.
"Of course. Excuse us," Damie
