“What kind?”
She tossed a look behind her and Dodger mouthed,Whiskey. Top shelf.
Oh barf, but okay. “Whiskey? The best you got?”
“I’ll be right there.”
“Thanks,” she said.
The blond in the corner was staring, and her boyfriend was glaring at Dodger. She hoped he wasn’t right about that dude getting a couple drinks of liquid courage in him and then popping off at him. She didn’t know Dodger well, but she had afeeling he was a fighter. They should perhaps move to a different location soon.
She tugged at her skirt, because it was riding higher. Byron followed right behind her with a tray of their whiskey shots.
They ordered food and then Dodger pushed her drink closer to her. “I’ll be driving you home tonight. Your fault. You’re the one ordering shots.”
She giggled. “I live two miles away, and you’re drinking just as much as me.”
“I could drink four of these and my body would burn them off in half an hour. Your fragile human system works differently.”
“Are you always going to be pointing out how fragile I am?”
“Yes.”
She cocked her head and knew what she would say. She shouldn’t, but he should know. “I carry.”
His wicked smile grew a little more. “Now why would a crossing guard need to carry a gun?”
“Because my werewolf dad feels I’m safer that way.”
“Let me guess,” he said. “Your dad packs the ammo himself.”
“Yep.” She popped the p.
“And let me also guess what material he makes the bullets out of.”
“Silver,” she offered in a bored tone.
Oooh his devilish smile was so handsome. He was the hottest man she had ever seen. “Atta girl,” he said simply, and lifted his shot glass up for a toast. “To fragile humans.”
“To werewolves who underestimate not-so-fragile humans.”
He liked her. She could see it etched onto his face. She amused him, she could tell.
He took his shot at the same time as her, and yep, she pulled the biggest face as it burned down her throat. “Good gah, why?” she choked out.
He laughed, and she loved the deep baritone sound of it.
“It was your test. You passed but just barely.”
She chugged two big sips of water.
“You like the fruity stuff, don’t you?” he asked.
“Absolutely. I’m not trying to taste the alcohol.”
He snorted. “God, you sound like Delta and Nory.”
“Is Delta the one you were here with yesterday?” she asked curiously.
