Page 105 of Eternally Yours
“Good, because there’s something I want to ask you later,” she says with the most beautiful smile and a slight blush on her cheeks.Hmm, now I’m curious.
“Ask me now.” I smile back.
“No, later. I’ll be waiting. I love you, Silas.” She blows me a kiss, love gleaming in her eyes.
“I love you, Minnie.” I blow her a kiss back and hang up.
I exit my room and make my way to the lobby, where Clay stands by the entrance door waiting for me. “I’m only having one beer because it’s your birthday, then I’m heading back to my room,” he says with a businesslike tone.
“Good, that was my plan, too. We’ll leave together,” I tell him as we make our way across the street.
The bar is more crowded than I’d like, puck bunnies everywhere you look just waiting to be the lucky pick for the night. It’s a typical sports bar, nothing fancy or remarkable about it. We look around and find the rest of the team in the back, occupying two circular booths and a few tables.
“There’s the birthday boy! We were starting to think you bailed and about to send someone up to get your ass,” Gabe shouts over the noise from the side of the first booth. “Hey, doll. Can you get my friends a beer each?” He stops a waitress on her way back to the bar with his hand around her waist, and she turns our way with seductive eyes. It irritates me immediately.
She then looks back to Gabe and puts her hand on his biceps. “Of course, hun. I’ll be right back.” And then she runs off to get our drinks.
We sit down with the guys in the first booth, and a minute later, she returns and places my bottle in front of me, touching my arm with her other hand as she puts it down. “If you need anything, don’t be shy to let me know.” She winks and walks away.
“Ugh, this is why I don’t go out anymore,” I say, brushing my arm where her hand touched me.
“Oh, come on. Don’t be an old grump. Just because you’re married now doesn’t mean you still can’t have fun,” Greyson calls from beside Clay, who sits facing me, sipping his beer.
“I know I can still have fun. The difference is I don’t want to. I’d much rather be with my wife than in a bar with you idiots.”
“Fine, then since this may be the last time we convince you to come out with us, let’s do some shots,” Greyson says and flags down the waitress, ordering a round of shots for everyone. When they arrive, he passes me one, then Clay.
“Nope, I’m good.” Clay pushes the shot away with a grimace.
I look down at mine and debate doing the same. “Don’t you dare! You’re taking that shot. Come on, Hayes! It’s one shot, it won’t kill you,” Greyson says, pushing it closer to me.
I sigh heavily. “Fine. One shot, then I’m finishing my beer and leaving.” I point at him, making myself clear.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.” He nods and laughs as if he doesn’t believe me.
The boys cheer a‘Happy Birthday’,and we all down our shots of tequila. From there the night goes well, everyone’s having fun, talking, laughing, some even dancing. I finished my drink twenty minutes ago, but we’ve been having a good time, so Clay and I haven’t left yet.
Every once in a while, some puck bunny hops up, shooting her shot in hopes to get lucky. For most, simply stating I’m happily married makes them leave, while others are a bit harder to ward off, but eventually they take the hint and leave, too.
“Here, baby. On the house.” A different waitress appears at my side, slipping a beer in front of me, then winks and sashays away.
I look down at the cold bottle, then up at Clay who frowns. “Time to go,” he says and stands.
I go to stand as well, but Greyson stops me. “Aw. Come on, man. You can’t let a good cold beer go to waste, and anyway, it’s not even midnight yet. You have time to drink it before the clock strikes midnight.”
I look down at my phone, seeing it’s only 11:35 p.m.He’s right, I could drink it fast and be back in my room in time to call Cecilia.
“Hayes, don’t be stupid. Let’s go,” Clay says sternly, nodding toward the exit.
“One more won’t hurt. Then I’ll head up. You can go if you want.” I reposition myself properly in the booth and take a swig of my beer.
Clay shakes his head in disapproval. “You’re an idiot,” he says, then turns his back to us and leaves the bar.
“Since you’re having another beer, let’s have another shot,” Greyson announceswith a smile, getting cheers from all the guys.
“Asshole.” I laugh.
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