The Billionaire Boys Club (Billionaire Romance Series Book 1) by Cara Miller Page B

back seat.

    “Someone can sit on my lap,” Ian said.  

    “How gracious,” Dylan said to him. “Or we can strap you to the roof, Mitt Romney-style.” The girls laughed.  

    “We’ll just squeeze in the back,” Kelsey said. “It isn’t far.” She opened the back door and she, Jessica and Ashley got into the car. Ian frowned as he took the passenger seat and Dylan got into the driver’s side. Seat belts on, Dylan turned the car down Madison.  

    “Where should we go first?” Dylan asked.

    “I’m starving,” Ian said. “Nothing was open when I got to Seattle.”  

    “If you had gotten here on time, that wouldn’t have been an issue,” Dylan retorted.  

    “Let’s have lunch,” Kelsey said. “I haven’t been to La Vaca in forever.”  

    “It’s too bad that great Mexican restaurant on the Hillclimb closed,” Dylan said. “We could have gone there next time.”  

    The car sped down Madison, through the Central District, past Broadway and into downtown.  

    “Kels, you want to end up at Target, right?” Dylan asked.

    “Yes, if you guys don’t mind.”  

    “I’ll park there, then,” Dylan said. A few minutes later he drove into the lot and parked. Everyone piled out of the car.  

    “You know the city pretty well, Dylan,” Ashley said.  

    “His ex-girlfriend was from Seattle,” Ian volunteered.  

    “Oh,” Jessica said in surprise.  

    “Shut up,” Dylan said to Ian.  

    They walked across 1st Avenue, and began to walk to La Vaca.  

    “What a cute skirt,” Ashley said, stopping at a window. They walked up the gently sloping hill until they reached the tiny take-out window of La Vaca.  

    “This is it?” Jessica said in surprise.

    “Some of the best Mexican in the city,” Dylan said.

    “I guess. There’s already people lining up,” Jessica said. They joined the line and took turns looking at the menu.  

    “What do you recommend?” Ashley asked.  

    “I always get a burrito,” Dylan replied. “They’re the best.”  

    “Where are we going to sit?” Jessica asked, looking around the sidewalk.  

    “There are tables inside,” Dylan said. “Usually.”

    They reached the front and placed their orders. Then they briefly waited until their food was freshly prepared. A few minutes later, Dylan and Ian led the way into one of the market buildings and down a short flight of stairs.  

    “See? Seats.”

    “It ain’t the Ritz,” Jessica said as they sat down.  

    “Yeah, the food’s better,” Dylan said. Everyone tucked into their food.  

    “Delicious. A taste of home,” Ashley exclaimed. Ian watched her as she tossed her blond curls back and ate. Dylan kicked him under the table.  

    “It is good,” Jessica said, wiping sour cream off her chin.

    “So, where to next?” Dylan asked, as he took a tortilla chip. “Fish throwing? The original Starbucks?”

    “Oh, that sounds good,” Jessica said.  

    “Did I read that there was an art museum nearby?” Ashley asked. She had almost finished her burrito.  

    “Right down the street. In the next block,” Kelsey said.

    “Mama’s on the board of ours,” Ashley said. “I thought I’d check this one out.”

    “Seriously?” Jessica asked in surprise.

    “I can see the market later,” Ashley said, taking her last bite.

    “I’ll go with you,” Ian said brightly. Dylan looked at him oddly.  

    “Since when are you interested in art?” he asked Ian.

    “Since always,” Ian snapped back.  

    “Whatever,” Dylan said, taking another bite of food.

    “So, just text me when you’re at Target,” Ashley said, standing and smoothing her skirt. “Oh, you’re not done yet, Ian?”

    Ian glanced at her, and grabbed a last bite.  

    “I am,” he said as best as he could with a mouth of food. He stood up and wiped his hands on his pants. Then Ian and Ashley left.

    “Idiot,” Dylan said, looking after them. He took another chip.

    Kelsey and Jessica giggled.