Page 147 of Knockin' Boats
No. Better to deal with Rick myself. Just as soon as I figured out how.
“So, I just submitted a new review for Master Bites,” Poppy said, seeming to realize a subject change was in order. “Your Fin-tastic Fish Tacos are like manna from the heavens. Five stars.”
I cocked my head. “Have you been to the food boat? I’m sorry I didn’t notice.”
“No.” She smirked. “But my good friend Skylar here told meallabout his favorite foods. He’s a reliable witness.”
“I sent in a review too,” Cash said. “I’ve eaten enough of your leftovers to give a legit opinion.”
“I’ll swing by tomorrow and grab lunch for me and Hud,” Fisher added. “We’ll post reviews too.”
Sawyer sagged in his seat, making me suddenly aware of just how tense he’d been. “Thanks, you guys. That means a lot to me.”
“And me,” I added. “I, uh, know you all don’t know me that well.”
“Nah, you’ve eaten Sawyer’s burgers with us,” Cash said. “That trauma bonds us for life.”
Everyone laughed.
“Rude!” Sawyer called. “No more cookouts for any of you.”
“Well, if Ash grills?—”
“Nope!” Sawyer insisted. “I’m keeping his cooking all to myself.”
The server came by and Brooks placed an order for onion rings and loaded fries for us to share as a group. It was late enough we’d already eaten dinner.
Which was good, because the conversation about Rick had done very little for my appetite.
“So how was the trip to Granville?” Sawyer asked.
“Oh, that reminds me!” Fisher reached toward the floor. “I got presents.”
“You sure you want to do that now?” Hudson asked hesitantly.
“Yes!” Fisher rummaged through a bag and came up with fuzzy handcuffs.
Which he handed to Skylar.
My eyebrows shot up, Brooks reddened, and Sawyer joked, “Isn’t that more appropriate for Cash?”
“Nope,” Cash said, popping his P. “These two are kinkier than you think.”
“Cash,” Brooks warned. “Shut it.”
“One night, they were talking aboutspanking?—”
“We were joking,” Skylar said with a laugh. “Mostly.”
So, the love birds had some heat. I grinned. “Nothing wrong with having a little fun in the sack.”
“I’m glad you think so,” Fisher said. “Here’s your gift.”
He handed me a big-ass dildo. “This is the enemy-to-lovers model. You know, in case you ever miss those days when you hated each other.”
“Wow.” I waggled it in my hand. “Think you can take this, big boy?”
Sawyer shoved my hand down. “Can you?”
