Page 11 of Autumn's Coming

“Okay.” I patted his shoulder. “Sit back down.”

I glanced at the brunette again. She was still watching us.

I smiled at her.

She returned it, then looked away.

“Shots!” one of the other guys called out.

Oh, no.

A few minutes later, our waitress dropped off a tray of shots—one for everyone, plus an extra for Dylan. He waited until everyone had one in hand before knocking his back.

We all followed suit, throwing back our shots of tequila.

I was going to regret this in the morning.

For a while, we sat around the table, drinking and talking. A few of Dylan’s friends broke off to go talk to women, but I stayed put.

I’d taken my phone out of the pocket again when the chair next to me scraped on the floor.

I looked up.

The brunette.

She smiled, putting a second tumbler of bourbon in front of me. “You look like a top shelf kind of guy.”

I smiled back. “Usually. But who doesn’t like some cheap stuff every now and again?”

She laughed, holding her right hand out. “I’m Andrea.”

“Nice to meet you, Andrea. Cody.”

She nodded. “Cody. I always liked that name. It’s a good one.”

I chuckled. “Well, thanks. I can’t say I’ve met many Andreas, but you seem like a good one.”

“Do I? I was going more for seductive.”

Right to the point.

Not a bad quality.

I tilted my head. “Seductive is definitely applicable.”

Andrea laughed. “So what brings you boys out tonight? Your friend is a little drunk.”

I looked to Dylan, talking to one of the other men he’d invited. I nodded. “It’s his bachelor week. He’s getting married on Saturday.”

“Well, congratulations to him.” Andrea smiled. She made a point of looking at my hand. “You don’t seem to have a ring on. Single?”

“Currently unattached.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Mm, a businessman. I see.”

I laughed. “Guilty as charged.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but Dylan leaned over my shoulder. “Hey, we’re gonna bail soon, go to a strip club! C’mon, pay your tab.”

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