“I’ll go but only if Trace goes.” He’s quiet. What is he thinking? “And we invite Leigh, Seven, Malice, and Rue.” Except Leigh works tomorrow. “What time?” I grasp my bottom lip between my teeth. Do Malice and Rue have a shift at Sweet Creations in McMillan?
Beckett stares at my mouth and licks his lips. “Afternoon. How about just us? It’ll give Trace alone time with one or more of his girls. They’ve got to be feeling neglected.” He smirks. “What do you say, Saints?”
In my peripheral vision, Trace shrugs. “That’s up to Sorrow.”
Rush is a good guy. He vouched for his friends. They plan on moving to Alexandria for college. Trace and our friend group will go to Dumas. It would be nice to know more than just Rush and his cousin, since I’m not 100 percent sure where I plan on moving to.
“Yes, I’ll go.”
“You’ll ride on our laps?” Beckett asks with a huge grin.
Trace growls low in his throat. I don’t like making him unhappy, but I have to know what I feel with other guys and what they’re offering.
“Yes.”
“Fuck me.” Trace jams his hands through his messy hair and stomps out of the gift shop.
“Hey, where’s my coffee?” I shout after him.
“He didn’t get you any because he was too busy yapping his mouth off to Phoebe.” Rush takes the bag from me. “Come on. You’re riding shotgun. Forget Trace. We’re taking you out for lunch. On me.”
18
Sorrow
I’m squished in a booth between Beckett and Gunner, with Rush staring out the window of the restaurant. He has a smirk on his face, and I get why. Trace appeared behind a building and followed us. Once he saw us walking inside the pho restaurant, he left.
“When do you think he’ll finally come in and beat us to a pulp?” Rush takes a sip of his water.
We just sat down and are waiting for the server to arrive.
Beckett, who is on my right, taps his phone’s screen. “I give it two minutes.”
“That’s very specific.” Gunner studies the menu.
“A man can only wait five minutes tops when his girl is with other guys.”
“Is that fact or Gunner speak?” Rush cocks a brow.
Gunner scoffs. “It’s the truth, bruh.”
Rush leans in and beckons me to do the same, crooking his finger. I lean forward like we’re ready to share a secret. “It’s a bunch of bullshit. Don’t believe anything Gunner says.”
I nod, not sure what to believe. I don’t know these guys. I lean back and clasp my hands in my lap. “Are you all pulling my leg?”
“What do you think?” Rush gulps down his water. Jesus, that boy is thirsty.
“I think you are. Trace isn’t sitting inside his truck, watching the restaurant’s door. He went looking for Phoebe, found her, and they’re at his place doing stuff.”
“What kinds of stuff?” Gunner leans into me, which makes me lean into Beckett.
I’m like a sardine in a can. I push back and right myself.
“I don’t know, whatever he does with his hookups.” I stare at the menu and my untouched glass of water.
Thank goodness the server arrives.
“Has everyone decided what they want?”
