ZAYLA

It wasn't long before the waitress returned to the table with the drinks. Gianna stood up, a sweet, wicked smile tugging at her lips, as she walked around the table. With elegance and practiced ease she grabbed two glasses of drink from the table and moved to where the brothers were seated.

"Here," she said, her smile widening just a little as she handed the drinks to Ziven and Zarek. "You don't usually bring ladies to our table. And when you did, I judged your preference. I judged her. Well, she proved my judgement absolutely wrong, and I'm really sorry about that."

My gaze swept her all over again,...