I just…
I don’t know.
Maybe I’ll know it when I see it.
Or maybe I’ll be single forever.
“There’s no way I’m going to be turning down the girls that come to me next month,” Doug says, shaking his head. “Mr. May is going to be doing it Duggystyleallmonth long.”
Mason snorts. “He thinks girls will be lining up for him.”
“My picture washot,” Doug says, indignant.
“Who told you that?” Mason asks with a smirk. “Your mom?”
“She has good taste,” Doug says without a hint of irony.
The guys all laugh. Doug looks confused as usual.
“You’ll see,” Doug says, turning red. “The chicks willloveme. I’m Mr. May.”
Mason grins. “Yeah. Mr. May-Need-to-Lower-Your-Expectations.”
“Mr. May-Contain-Traces-of-Delusion,” James says between punches on the heavy bag.
“Mr. May-Need-a-Restraining-Order,” Lincoln adds.
Colton chuckles. “Mr. May-Need-His-Freaking-Head-Checked.”
Doug scoffs. “Yeah, more like, Mr. May—” He looks up at the ceiling, unable to think of anything.
Footsteps echo on the metal stairs, saving Doug. Our Captain, Graham, comes down, all calm authority, eyes sweeping the room.
“Doug. Ethan. You’re on tonight.”
Doug’s jaw drops. “What? It’s Fight Night.”
Graham doesn’t blink. “It’s your turn to miss it.”
Doug deflates instantly. “I hate missing Fight Night.”
On the first Thursday of every month, The Cracked Barrel Saloon hosts Fight Night—bareknuckle fighting matches in the cage in the back of the bar. James is one of the stars, although he’s fighting less since he got together with the town librarian, Victoria.
I’m not sad to miss it. Violence is not really my thing.
Doug is already sulking as he digs into his wallet and shoves cash at Lincoln. “Put three hundred on James.”
Lincoln takes it and peels off the first couple of bills. “I get twenty-five percent for placing the bet.”
“What?!” Doug yells. “No you don’t!”
Lincoln shrugs. “House rules.”
“That’s not a house rule!”
“Just made one,” Lincoln says.
“With no vote?” Doug says, exasperated.
