“You never just come in here and wait for me. You usually swindle at least one broad in this joint.”
I grinned. “I couldn’t wait.”
“Wait for what?”
To kiss you and get away from the hormones of my sister.“I wanted to kiss the owner,” I said instead.
“You want to kiss me?” Avery asked, stepping beside Easton and leaning forward.
“Get your lips away from my girl.” Easton pulled his shoulders away.
Avery smirked. “I’m joking, geez. Where’s Nic?” He asked me.
I shrugged. “Still outside talking to Gary with Bailee I guess.”
The guys shared a look.
“What?” I asked.
They each shook their heads and muttered, “Nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. What aren’t you guys telling me?”
“I will not be involved in this.” Avery turned and walked away.
“Tell me.”
Easton leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. “It’s nothing.”
“No, you will not distract me.”
He chuckled. “You wanted a kiss.”
“I wanted a kiss before I knew you were hiding something from me.”
“Gary’s single is all. And if I’m not mistaking, so is Bai.”
“I need a drink,” I stated. I still saw Bailee as an eight-year-old and not twenty-three.
“G’s a good guy.”
It wasn’t the first time Easton told me someone was a good guy. When I’d learned that Nicole was pregnant, he told me Avery was a good guy, and he wasn’t wrong.
“That doesn’t mean I want to know about my sister’s dating life.”
“If something happens between them and he fucks up, I’ll fire him.”
“You can’t fire someone because they broke your sister-in-law’s heart.”
“I know.” Easton leaned across the pass again and pressed his lips to mine. “Nothing will happen. I need to get back to it, baby. What’s your poison tonight?”
“Margarita on the rocks with salt.”
He turned and grabbed the bottles to make my drink. When he placed it in front of me, I asked, “How did he get that scar by his eye?”
“Not my story to tell.”
My eyes squinted, and my nostrils flared. “Tell me,” I hissed.