Reggie frowned. “What?”
“Yeah, his form is off sometimes,” Tex agreed. “Like today. The big bastard has been charming and fun to be around.” Tex’s grin widened. “Kinda like he might have gotten lucky last night.”
Mack hooted, which drew Wash and a few others closer.
Reggiehatedbeing the center of attention. “Okay, show’s over. To whatever shithead will spot me, I’d appreciate it.”
Mack stood behind the bar. “Hey, I’m the shithead who said he’d help. The rest of you shitheads, get lost.”
Wash flipped him off. “Asshole. Brad, you still owe me ten bucks for whippin’ your ass after darts last week.”Yourcame out asyawhr.
“Yeah, yeah. You got lucky.”
“I did.” Wash grinned down at Reggie. “But not as lucky as Morgan over here.” Which came out asovah heah. “Seen you smiling all damn day. Who’s the poor chick?”
“Your mother.”
Everyone jeered. A few clapped.
Wash grinned. “Not bad, chowderhead. My mom, she likes a real man. So how’d you impress her? Musta brought a strap-on, since everyone knows the dicks in your crew are short on talent.”
“Oh no, he didn’t.” Mack laughed despite the insult to their crew. “I hate to admit it, but that was pretty funny.”
Tex grinned. “You think that’s funny? You should see Wash’s new side piece.”
And it got ugly from there. Wash and his team, their mothers, sisters, brothers, fathers, anyone and anything was fair game.
The room erupted in a riot of insults, swearing, and laughter. It took the LT to come in and bark at everyone to relax.
The lieutenant snarled, “Calm the fuck down. Hell. I can’t hear myself think, and the chief is due to visit in a few days.” He glared at everyone, then pointed at Tex. “You, with me.” Ed turned on his heel and left.
Tex groaned. “Why me?”
“Maybe because you’re dating the battalion chief’s daughter?” Mack offered.
Wash shrugged. “I woulda said banging her, but yeah. That.”
Tex flipped him off and strutted from the room like he owned it.
Mack and Wash bumped fists before Wash left with Hernandez. The room got back to working out, finally.
Reggie cleared his throat. “Ahem. I haven’t got all damn day. One of you, spot me. I’m doing three reps, ten each.” He waited for Brad or Mack to help.
Mack sighed. “Fine. Go.”
Reggie lifted, feeling a good tired. His mood still high from a perfect evening with Maggie, he finished with a smile on his face.
Mack stared down at him. Brad, curling thirty-five pounders, watched him as well.
Then they both smirked.
Reggie groaned and sat up. “Stop it, you two.”
“Nice.” Mack gave him a thumbs-up. “You had a good showing, eh?”
“My man, Reggie.” Brad’s smile was wide, honest. “You look good wearing some happy.”
“Happy this.” He showed Brad the finger.
