Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 89

I should've known better than to look-it just messed with my head.

Right when I was about to turn away, Jace glanced back, locking eyes with me through the floor-to-ceiling window. His brows were furrowed.

I quickly shifted my gaze to Hayden, who'd just handed my phone back after finishing our order. I glanced down at the dishes he picked.

To my surprise, they were all my favorite foods.

But how could Hayden know what I liked? We didn't know each other that well. Maybe we just had similar

tastes?

I looked up, ready to ask, but stopped myself. Asking too many questions would make it obvious I cared, and I didn't want to give Hayden that idea.

Instead, I casually asked, "Want to drink something?"

"I don't drink," he declined. "And I've got stuff to do this afternoon."

Oh, right. He still had to check out apartments.

I figured that's why he wasn't drinking and said, "No worries. I'll come with you this afternoon, so no one's gonna rip you off."

and I gave him a curious look, wondering what

about to say.

and unflinching. "I've already decided to look on my own.

options."

to tag along anyway. It'd be exhausting, and if something went wrong with the place I

I knew all too well cut in, "I thought your were in a hurry to meet the deadline? What are you doing here, having lunch?" Jace, that insufferable

tone made me want to slap him. Just because we're working doesn't mean we can't

snap back, but Hayden beat me to

icy glare on Hayden, then back to me. "Who approved this

did," Hayden answered before

help us finish the lighting adjustments and pass inspection." His words were so rude, I couldn't keep quiet anymore "Mr. Johnston, I'm the one in charge

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approved today's break. What, do you

wasn't the

after I spoke, Hayden jumped in, "I may just be the lighting guy, but isn't that exactly what

shade of red, realizing he was being challenged

This lunch is on my company," Jace muttered before

couldn't resist a smirk. "Mr. Hart, think we ordered