She’d gotten all riled up, and Dad had to calm her down.
I just stood there, not believing a fucking word.
I’d told Atlas I’d be there.
And I wasn’t.
And now he’s dead.
CHAPTER 3
DANI
“Okay, who was that?” Jed asked me the second I got back down to his end of the bar… and he hasn’t stopped asking since.
Thankfully, we had a rush, and I could avoid the question while we filled food and drink orders.
But things are quieting down now, and there my roommate goes again, asking away.
“You know I’m not a quitting man, Dani Girl. You better tell me who that hunk of handsome was.”
“Hey.” I frown at him. “You have a boyfriend.”
“And if he wasn’t studying for an exam right now, I’d be calling his fine ass down here so we could drool over that man together. My boy knows fine when he sees it. Why do you think he’s with me?” Jed flicks a hand down his tall body, and I can’t help snorting with laughter.
I can see why Tobin fell in love with him.
He’s about as tall as Tyrell, although I doubt he’s sporting the same chiseled muscles under that shirt of his. He may be bulky, but it’s soft bulk. Tyrell, on the other hand… hmmmm. If he’s anything like he was in high school—and I can only imagine he’s gotten more cut with age—then he’ll be like 8 percent body fat, meaning he’s got an eight-pack to drool over, and the rest… well,I can imagine the girls still flock around him just like they used to.
They would have flocked around Atlas too, but they knew better than to look at my man.
My stomach pinches into a tight knot. Atlas is with me more than usual tonight, and I’m holding Tyrell responsible.
“So…” Jed lightly flicks my arm with the back of his hand.
“Stop,” I grumble, then force a smile. “What can I get you tonight, sir?”
A man steps up to the bar, looking over his shoulder and holding up two fingers before nodding, then turning back to me. “Gimme two Coors Lights and a Coke, thanks.”
Jed moves to pour the Coke while I grab two bottles of Coors from the fridge. As soon as the payment has gone through and the man is walking away, Jed’s back by my side.
“Tell me. Tell me, tell me, tell me.”
“Stop.” I laugh as he bats his eyelashes at me, then turn and start walking away. “Ouch!” I let out a little squawk when he gets me on the ass with a flick of that dish towel he always has draped over his shoulders. “Boy!” I spin with a growl. “You are gonna pay for that.”
He lets out his standard giggle—it’s this high-pitched musical sound that does not match his six-foot, three-inch massive frame, but it makes me laugh every single time.
Sometimes, Jed is a twelve-year-old boy hiding inside a twenty-five-year-old man’s body.
Seriously.
“Just tell me and I’ll stop harassing you.”
Resting my hands on my hips, I narrow my eyes at him. “I’m filing a formal complaint with Tobin. You know he’s gonna side with me.”
“Ahhh—bullshit. He’s gonna want deets and every single one of them. You better tell me somethin’ so I can deliver for my man.”
I roll my eyes. “I never should have moved in with you guys.”
