“Same.”
She sighs as she snuggles into the corner cushion of the couch. “I like Wylder for you.”
“You don’t know him.”
“A single girl dad is way better than Rowdy, the biker who almost got you killed with his bullshit.”
I can’t argue with that.
CHAPTER8
TATE
“Alyssa get off okay?”Aunt Daphne asks as I walk into the bar on Saturday night.
“Yeah,” I reply, but my mind immediately goes to our conversation last night about orgasms. “Her flight was on time, for once.”
She’s busy cleaning a sink full of glasses and doesn’t stop when I sit down across the bar from her. “I heard Wylder’s kids were in here.”
“You know Wylder?”
“I’ve known him for a long time.”
“How long?”
She glances up and stops moving. “You like him?”
I stiffen and raise my chin, hating that she knows me so well. “No, I don’t.”
She laughs and shakes her head. “Whatever lie you want to tell yourself.”
“What’s going on?” Uncle Lucio asks as he walks out from the back room and overhears us.
“Nothing,” I say a little too quickly.
“She likes Wylder,” Daphne says, ticking her chin at me as she stares at my uncle.
Lucio’s eyes widen as he comes to a stop a few feet away. “No shit. Really? Wylder?”
“I don’t like him,” I argue.
“She was asking about him,” Daphne adds.
“Ahh. She likes him,” Lucio says.
I fold my arms on top of the bar and set my head on top. “They’re impossible,” I mutter to the wood.
I love my family, but they’re so nosy and quick to jump to conclusions. Although they aren’t wrong, I will deny it until I can’t anymore.
“He’s a good guy. Shitty what his ex-wife did to him and their kids, but he’s solid.”
“She’s trash. I always hated Katie. She was such a stuck-up twat,” Daphne says, making me look up.
“You know her?” I ask, surprised. I shouldn’t be, though. When you own a neighborhood bar, you get to know everyone in the area.
“She came in here a few times with Wylder, and I never liked her. She was rude to everyone.”
“I hope you made her drinks watery,” I say to my aunt.
