Page 94 of Waiting For Fate

“Who’s the friend, Lauren?” Tank asks, sliding up next to her all protective big brother like, earning a glare from the guy I can only imagine is Fitz.

“Friend is a stretch. We just happen to work in the same office, unfortunately,” she scoffs as Tucker joins the conversation.

“Oh, is this Lucifer?” Tank asks, causing Lauren’s head to snap over so quickly I fear it might turn completely around.

“It’s Luther,” Tucker corrects. “We played Topgolf together once—” his head tils, likely realizing this is in fact, not Luther. “Didn’t we?”

“Um, no. We did not,” he answers Tucker matter of factly. “Lucifer, really?” He walks closer to Lauren, whispering something in her ear before exiting the building without another word to anyone.

When she turns around to face the group again, the girls are all a mess of wide eyes and mouths hanging open, while Tank and Tucker simply shrug and begin a conversation completely unrelated to just calling a guy Satan and mistaking him for an entirely different human being all together.

“I hate that guy,” Lauren bites out through her teeth before tossing back the rest of her drink.

“I have missed so much, haven’t I?” Sawyer leans in and asks, making me laugh.

“More than you can even imagine.” I take a sip of my margarita, the strawberry and tequila hitting the spot.

“Let me have a sip,” Sawyer says, nodding to my drink. We’re practically having to yell over the music playing, as a few of us sway to the songs flowing through the room. I hand him my drink and he takes a big sip, keeping the straw to the side with his index finger.

“You’re getting another one, this is mine now.” He winks at me, taking another long pull from the glass.

Who knew a man with a fruity drink could be so damn sexy?

“Karaoke time, bitches!” Shane squeals, as Max has his arms wrapped protectively around her. Then we pay for our drinks and head down the street to the karaoke bar.

By some miracle we end up sitting in a corner booth that fits our entire group—barely—as the guy on stage finishes his very off-key rendition of We Are The Champions. What a wild pick for a karaoke song if you ask me, but to each their own.

“Okay! Who’s going first?” Shane asks, looking directly at Tucker.

“Why do I always go first?”

“Probably because Max sounds like a cat drowning in a barrel and I’m trying to give my wife a break before she ends up pregnant again.” Tank winks at Ruby, then looks over at Sawyer.

“You sing, Moose?”

When the hell did he start calling him that?!

“You ever gonna not call me that, Tank?” He immediately starts shaking his head.

“Nope. No chance.”

“Fantastic.”

“Oh, he sings,” Taylor says with a big ass grin on her face. My eyes shoot back over to Sawyer who has his jaw clenched now.

“No, I don’t,” he argues.

Umm. Liar.

“Whatever. You may only be able to sing the one song, but me and your shampoo bottles heard you loud and clear almost every day during my senior year. You actually got kinda good at it.”

What song?!

I can clearly recall him singing with me in my living room the other day and my stomach and pussy flutter in unison when I remember just how dreamy he sounded. Even over the insane volume I had the speakers on.

“Sawyer, you don’t have to sing. We just come for fun.” A very un-invited Tank head appears right beside me, interjecting himself further into our conversation.

“Uh, if you’ve got the pipes, you have to sing. It’s a rule.” I fight the urge to visibly facepalm.

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