Death by Chocolate (The Davenports 2)

“I do.”

Daize’s eyes widened when he handed over a black card. How much money did his family have? He seemed too down-to-earth to be so wealthy. It spoke to who he was as a person.

The drink was beautiful when it arrived.

“Wow.”

“Yeah, they go all out. Drink up. We have a two-drink minimum before we can play games.”

“This sounds like a made-up rule.”

“It’s a Davenport rule.”

“Sir, are you trying to intoxicate me?” She lifted her eyebrows.

“Only with my personality.”

She rolled her eyes, nudged him with her shoulder, and lifted the drink to her lips.

“I thought that was you.”

She glanced up to find a brown-haired man with a curvy brunette. The family resemblance was apparent in his cheekbones and lips.

Micah stood. “Looks like great minds think alike, brother.” They did a manly hug, and he hugged the woman. “Clara, it’s good to see you again.”

“Hi, Micah.”

“Daize, this is my brother, Asher, and his fiancée, Clara. Guys, this is my date, Daize.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. My brother’s spoken highly of you.”

“Has he?” she asked.

“He exaggerates.” Micah elbowed him in the side, and Daize laughed. “Are you coming or going?”

“We were leaving, but we can stay on for a bit to visit, can’t we?” Asher turned to Clara, who smiled.

“Of course,” she replied.

They took the seats to the side of Micah. The sudden ‘meet the family’ moment caught her unaware.

“Micah told me you’re from California. How do you like Cincinnati so far?” Asher asked.

“Now that I’ve been getting out, there’s a lot to love here. It’s a slower pace than we had in San Diego. People aren’t always in a rush, and it’s not as crowded. There are some beautiful older buildings also. I’m enjoying learning about the rich history the city is so proud of.”

“The dollar must stretch further here.”

Daize gave a bark of laughter. “Yeah. I’m never upset when I go grocery shopping.”

“I need to run to get our food,” Micah said.

“I’ll go with you,” Asher said, standing. “You don’t mind keeping Daize company, do you?” Asher asked Clara.

“Of course not. Go, we’ll be fine.” Clara waved them off.

“How did the two of you meet?” Clara asked once they’d left.

“Through his paranormal investigation team.” Daize decided t