Page 62 of Tiny's Law

“Beer okay, babe?”

I smile up at him. “Perfect.”

The kid is wearing a similar cut to Tiny’s, although he doesn’t have nearly as many patches as Tiny’s. And his looks a lot newer, whereas Tiny’s is obviously well-worn. I read the young guy's name on his chest, Jett.

Funnily, Jett has jet-black hair and the longest eyelashes surrounding the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen, making it look like he’s wearing mascara and eyeliner.

“Kourtney, right?” he asks with a smirk.

“Watch it, Jett. This is my ol’ lady.”

Jett’s eyes widen, and he stumbles over an apology. I eye the interaction curiously as Jett moves over to another guy to serve him a beer.

“What was that about?” I ask Tiny as he leads me over to the couches where some of the guys sit with a few women surrounding them.

One of the couples I recognize immediately is Brenna and Flame. She smiles excitedly and waves. “Hi, Kourtney! I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Neither did I til about fifteen minutes ago.” A small laugh slips out of me. I take the empty seat next to her. Tiny leans on the arm of the couch next to me, taking a pull from his beer.

Watching his Adam's apple bob as he swallows the mouthful, my own throat forces a swallow at the pooling of drool in my mouth. I blush when I catch eyes with the woman across from me, who eyes me knowingly with a smirk.

“Kourtney, right?” the woman leans forward and reaches her hand out.

I wipe my cold, wet hand on my jeans and return her handshake. “Yes, you are?”

Ghost rounds the couches and drops right next to the woman, nodding at me and tapping the neck of his bottle against Tiny’s.

“I’m Brit,” she says sort of shyly, her own blush hitting her cheeks as Ghost’s arm stretches out on the back of the couch behind her.

“Who do you belong to?” I ask with a grin, assuming she’s here with someone or maybe even Ghost.

Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head. “Oh, no. I don’t belong to anyone here. Just a friend.”

By the blush on her face and the small tick in Ghost’s jaw at that proclamation, I would bet money that something is going on between the two, but I just nod my head with a small smile and take her word for it.

Tiny leans over and presses a kiss against my head. “We’re gonna have a meeting here in a little bit, but until then– wanna play a game of pool?”

Rolling my eyes, I chuckle. “Sure, but just so you know, I absolutely suck.”

“Me too! We can suck together,” Brit offers, hopping off the couch so fast I fear she’ll give herself whiplash.

Brenna, Flame, Ghost, and Tiny all follow behind us as both Brit and I grab cues off the wall.

I lean over and whisper in Brit’s ear, “I’m actually pretty good. Want to beat their asses?”

Brit smiles darkly. “I wasn’t kidding, I actually do suck. But I’m all for you holding us up. Let’s beat some ass.”

Tiny and Ghost make up our opponents, and after a quick coin toss, Ghost shoots first, effectively breaking up the balls across the table.

I shoot next, lining up my shot, I call it. “Yellow, middle left.”

Sinking the ball, I turn a smirk on Tiny’s baffled face.

Having to pass by him to get my next shot, I pat him on the chest and press a kiss to his cheek. “Didn’t your mama ever teach you not to trust a lawyer.”

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

The few times I’ve been around Ghost, I’ve never seen the man smile. But right now? The man has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face as he laughs at his friend's obvious bewilderment. I don’t know why he never smiles, because the man is damn good-looking. He should definitely smile more.

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