#Chapter 72 - Forward

Edward and I have barely begun chatting when Andre comes over to take our order. He plays it up a little bit, scowling playfully at Edward and ribbing him for taking away his best bartender, and I’m a little shocked at Andre’s acknowledgement of what Edward has done until I see that Edward is pleased by it all. That he likes seeing Andre a little miffed at the loss of me, like Edward’s truly taken something valuable from him. And Andre – clever man that he is – knew that. I smile at him, genuinely impressed, when he turns his head to me, asking me what I’d like. “We’ll have two of the bourbons I had yesterday,” Edward says, looking back at me, dismissive. Andre nods and walks steadily away and I raise my eyebrow at him. “What if I wanted a pina colada?” I ask, leaning across the table, a little cheeky. “I need to make sure the girl I’m with can drink her whiskey,” he replies, giving me a steady smirk and holding my gaze. Andre is remarkably fast coming back with our drinks, sliding