Olivia
We walked into the barn and found the guys in various states of rowdiness themselves. All of them were drinking, some of them were playing pool. A few were playing cards, but some of the newer recruits were flirting with a couple of the women who hung around when they probably should have been gone a long time ago.
I saw Doc standing with Alamo by the bar, deep in conversation, so I made my way over to him. Jasmine followed. Doc didn’t pause his conversation as he snaked one arm around me, pulling me close and kissing my temple.
“I think we can handle that,” Alamo said as Jasmine pressed herself against her man.
“We’ll sort out the details tomorrow,” Doc said.
Alamo nodded. “Sounds good.”
“Did you have a good time?” Doc asked.
I smiled up at him. “Yep.”
“We should get Baz home,” Jasmine said.
“Okay, baby.” Alamo smiled. “See you guys later.”
I shifted so I was chest-to-chest with Doc and looped my hands around his neck. “How was Church?”
“Ready for bed?” he asked, ignoring my question. I wasn’t surprised. He always ignored questions of this nature.
“Not unless ‘bed’ is code for your dick in my pussy.”
“I’m wiped, baby.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you actually turning down sex?” I asked, flabbergasted.
“Yeah, baby. You good with just crashing?”
“Yep, I’m great with crashing. In my own bed,” I said, stepping away from him.
“Liv, don’t—”
“Don’t, what, Tristan?” I snapped. “Why the hell didn’t you just say that you didn’t want me to come back here? I would have gone straight home! Jesus, now I’ve gotta grab a fucking Uber—”
“I’ll have Rabbit drive you home.”
“Don’t do me any favors,” I ground out. “I don’t know what the hell is going on with you, but if you’re not gonna fill me in, you better get your head straight, or you can forget about dinner tomorrow. Or ever again.”
“Or maybe, for once, you can give me a fucking break!” he snarled.
I blinked up at him, then nodded. “Okay, honey. I can do that.”
I turned and walked toward the exit doors, hearing him swear and then glass breaking behind me.
