Killian grinned and his blue eyes twinkled. “A Long Island Iced Tea without any tea.”
“Kill,” I muttered, irritation lacing my tone.
He shrugged. “You heard her. You’re gonna be here a while.”
A couple minutes later, Killian put a Blue Moon in front of me and a curvy cocktail glass in front of Alexandra. “Enjoy. I’ll be back. It’s time for me to check in on Ryan up front.”
Alexandra leaned to the side a touch. From her vantage point, she could see more through the open doorway to the entryway. “There’s nobody out there. I’m sure he’s got it handled.”
Killian glanced that way and chuckled. “Still gonna check in with him. Drink up.”
I didn’t have a decent angle to see that area of the bar. “Scoot down a seat or two, Lex.”
We shifted and from the new position I saw a very petite, very curvy woman walk inside, stop short and stare at Ryan. Then awkward discomfort took over her expression.
A woman staring at him was not unusual. Ryan was the more laid-back triplet, and much more chill than Killian could ever hope to be. He worked that to his favor with all the women. Yet, from his profile, I could see he had his jaw clenched while he scrutinized the woman standing at the counter.
Killian joined them and the woman’s eyes widened, her mouth opened, and her head turned ever so slightly.
It looked like she whispered something, and Killian stepped closer to Ryan.
She glanced toward the doorway and threw out a hand in the same direction before saying something.
I didn’t realize their sister, Mickayla, was in the building until the office door opened and she scurried out to the front.
“What do you make of that?” Alexandra asked.
“Nothing good.”
She sipped her drink and glanced at me. “Why do you say that?”
I shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t know. The way Killian insisted on checking on Ryan, and then watching Mick run out there, too. They downplay it, now, but in the past they’ve joked about having that mental communication between twins and triplets. I got a feeling Kill and Mick knew something had tweaked Ryan. Seeing as how Ryan is the calmest one of the three, that can’t be good.”
Alexandra shook her head. “I don’t get it. She’s really cute. What sort of problem could Ryan have with her coming in here?”
I leveled my eyes on her. “Ryan would have to tell us, but take a good look around, Lex. This may be a soft launch, but this is already a biker bar - even if Lark didn’t want it to become that. A woman like her isn’t likely to do well here.”
Alexandra was unimpressed, from the expression on her face. “You might be right, but she should be the one to determine that, don’t you think?”
“The problem with that is if she figures it out too late that she was wrong. Makes it risky for everyone all around.”
I glanced back to the doorway. Ryan and Mickayla were headed our way.
Mickayla beelined to Alexandra, opening her arms for a hug. “It is so good to see you, Lex!”
I watched them embrace, glanced toward Ryan, but he stormed past us.
“Where’s he going?” I asked.
“To move some kegs around. Said he’s edgy,” Mickayla said, letting go of Alexandra.
Alexandra perched on her barstool again. “Does that woman have something to do with it?”
“Seems that way. How long are you in town?” Mickayla asked.
I tuned out their small talk and finished my beer.
Ryan went behind the bar and came to me. “Another?”
