Rhett throws the sticky cards on the table. It’s all jokers and queens. I don’t know where Kai is getting these novelty cards but someone needs to curtail his online shopping.
“I’ll get another deck.” Eli makes his way to the bar and unlocks a drawer.
“Do you seriously lock up your cards?” Jaxon asks.
Kai smirks. “I’m extremely proud of myself right now.”
“Where are the snacks?” Miles glances around before standing up. “I’ll grab them.”
Good. I need some food to soak up the shots. I also need to stop talking about Adele. But how am I supposed to stop talking about my baby girl? The baby girl who is without a doubt mine.
Kai points to me. “He’s got the goofy grin on his face again.”
“He must be thinking about Adele,” Jaxon says.
“Or Sloane.” Rhett wiggles his eyebrows.
“I guess this means you want to go ahead and sue for custody of Adele,” Eli says.
“This isn’t fair!” I slap a hand on the table. “Everyone else can speak of…” I cut myself off before I say Adele. “of a certain subject. Why can’t I?”
Jaxon fiddles with his glasses. “Because it’s funnier this way?”
“I didn’t know you were this cruel.”
“Maybe you should have shown up at the distillery the day you invited all of those people from the press for a tour.”
I cringe. “It wasn’t my fault. My flight was cancelled.”
“You flew to Iceland for a weekend. Even you should have realized the chance of getting back on time was minimal.”
“Ugh. What is it? Pick on Zane day?”
“Yep. It was my idea.”
I launch myself at Kai but Rhett pushes his way in between us before I can get my first punch in.
Kai chuckles. “Now you know how it feels to be the brother being made fun of for falling in love.”
“I’m not falling in love. I have a new daughter.”
“Drink!” My brothers yell in unison.
The moonshine doesn’t burn as I drink the shot. This is a bad sign. Smuggler’s Hideaway moonshine causes a trail of fire in your esophagus and burns your nose hairs. When it stops burning, you’re in trouble.
Miles strolls into the room carrying several large bowls of snacks. “What did I miss?”
“Our brothers are assholes,” I grumble as I grab a handful of snacks. I toss the pretzels in my mouth.
Miles bursts into laughter. “How are you enjoying those snacks, bro?”
I frown. “Kind of tough to chew.”
“Because they’re dog snacks.”
I spit them out to lunge at Miles but he dashes off. I give chase.
“Why aren’t you stopping him, Rhett?” he asks from where he’s hiding behind the bar.
