They’d been able to follow her every movement.
Giving them an excellent idea where her father and possibly other cartel members were.
It figured that the woman he’d become nearly infatuated with was literally the enemy. A woman he could enjoy one steamy, unforgettable night with but never see again.
“Can I get you a beer, too, Colt?” the waitress asked, holding the now-empty tray in one hand. Since the guys were regulars here, she knew them all by name. She blushed prettily as Mason said something else, and Colton raised his eyebrows in amusement.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I managed.”
“Hell sweetheart,” Mason said. “If that happens again, you give me a call.”
“What’d I miss?” Colton asked. “Something bad happened?”
“Taylor had car trouble, and some asshole ripped her off,” Mason said. “Charged her $400 just for a tow.”
Colton grimaced and let out a low whistle. He also didn’t miss the fact that Mason was now on a first-name basis with her.
“Well, it’s over and done with now,” Taylor said lightly. “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself. So what about that beer?”
“Sure thing,” Colton said, his eyes darting between her and Mason. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and he didn’t miss the way Mason couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he watched her.
“Coming right up,” Taylor said before turning and walking away. The guys watched her walk off before Jacob elbowed Mason in the ribs.
“You got a thing for her?” Jacob asked. “What makes you think she’d want your sorry ass?”
Mason clutched his hand to his heart, pretending to be wounded. “Ouch. Are you sure you want to hang out with this guy?” he asked Jacob’s date. “There’s lots of other available men around here,” he joked.
“You’re right. Maybe I should’ve picked another Navy SEAL from the Delta team,” she teased. “Where’s Ryker anyway?”
The other men at the table guffawed. Although all of the guys on their SEAL team enjoyed the company of a beautiful woman, Ryker “Bull’s Eye” Fletcher was probably the biggest ladies’ man of them all. He’d never been turned down by a woman he wanted to take home, thus the “Bull’s Eye” moniker the other guys had given him.
If Ryker wanted a woman, he always hit his target.
And he wasn’t even here at Anchors tonight.
“Hell. He’s probably balls deep in a woman now,” Jacob said with a grin. “You’re gonna have to pick someone else or just settle for me.”
Colton smirked as the woman at Jacob’s side blushed, shushing him.
There seemed to always be a woman or two hanging out with their group when they went out for drinks. But although each of the guys enjoyed the company of a beautiful woman willing to go home with him at the end of the night, most were content to play the field. The women’s faces changed, but their team nights at Anchors stayed the same.
And the guys on their team wouldn’t have it any other way.
Aside from Ryker, the only other man missing tonight was Hunter. And he was probably off playing house with his new girlfriend—or getting laid.
Amazing how the thought of a woman in your bed every night was enough to make a guy give up his regular nights out. Hunter still came out with them some of the time, but damn.
That guy was pussy whipped. And loving every minute of it.
Noah sauntered back over a few minutes later, dragging an empty chair to the table and taking a seat.
“What happened to the women you were with?” Colton asked, raising his eyebrows. “They get tired of you already?”
“We’re heading out in thirty,” Noah said with a smirk, his piercing green eyes looking amused. “They needed some girl time to make plans. The hell if I know.”
“And what makes you think we want you back here after ditching us for those babes?” Mason ribbed him.
“Don’t worry, I talked you up to them, too,” Noah said with grin.