“I’m gettin’ a beer. What are you doin’? I thought you were heading to bed.”
“I got bored, so I thought I’d come down and see what kind of fun I could find.” I grinned. “I found Razor.”
“Nope,” Razor said, raising his hands in surrender. “I’m no fun and you can be sure to tell Mack I said absolutely not. There will be no talk of fun and me and Teagan in the same breath. No offense to you, sweetheart, but no way in hell. I like my spleen right where it is.”
“Chicken,” I called as he walked out the door.
“Bok, bok, bok,” he called back, and I laughed.
“You were supposed to stay upstairs,” Cash whispered as he pulled open the fridge.
“You were taking forever,” I whispered back.
“I was gone for less than twenty minutes.”
“Which is forever.”
“Can’t live without me, huh?” he asked, opening his beer.
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Why are you down here, T?”
“I told you.”
“You could have texted me and I would have told you I was on my way up.”
“I was hungry?”
“Teagan,” he warned.
“Okay, fine, I was curious.”
He chuckled. “Of course you were.”
“Are you going to fill me in?”
“Hey, Teagan,” Booker said, walking into the kitchen.
“Hi,” I squeaked, spinning as Cash’s dad walked in. “How are you, Booker?”
“I’m good, sweetheart, how are you?”
“Good, thanks.” I turned to face Cash again and gave him a pointed stare before pasting a smile on my face and turning back to Booker.
“Heard about your big night out,” Booker said.
I groaned. “My dad’s the worst gossip.”
Booker laughed. “I’ve heard that about him.”
“Well, hi there, beautiful people,” Gloria’s tinny voice sounded as she breezed into the room.
I tried not to show my disdain for her as she walked in. Gloria worked at the club shop and had attached herself much like a barnacle to a ship, or a wannabe succubus, moving her way through the single club men, throwing herself at Cash whenever she had the chance. Sweet butt was too kind a word for her, in my opinion.
“Hey, Glo,” Booker said.
“Hey,” Cash said.
