And there it was.
No bartender worth his salt was ever without a needed ingredient.
“That’s where I met my Patsy,” Fitzgibbons shared. “She was a waitress. Prettiest girl I’d ever seen. Then and now.”
“I love that story,” Prue declared on a contented sigh.
I sat in a chair not in Chelsea’s grouping and leaned over the arm to give Bartholomew some love.
He rolled to his side and exposed his belly.
I could take direction, so I did.
I only stopped when my drink was in front of my face.
I looked at it, and up, to see Battle was handing it to me.
I took it with a mumbled, “Thank you,” as he bent close, closer, closest, so his mouth was at my ear.
Obviously, this meant I turned my head, and he was so close, the skin of my cheek grazed the skin of his, I got a nose full of his attractive cologne, and we were almost lips to lips.
I ignored what all of that did to my gusset (and it was getting busy down there), stared in his brown and gold-star eyes and warned, “Don’t.”
“Don’t tell you you look lovely?”
“Yeah. That.”
“All right, I won’t tell you you look lovely.”
I rolled my eyes.
He dipped back to my ear and whispered, “Good enough to eat.”
I jerked my head back and stared murder at him.
Okay, so yes.
Maybe he was into me.
But we were in company!
His gorgeous lips curled up before he straightened away, walked in front of me and angled into the chair beside mine.
My attention went to Prue, scared she’d be upset by this, but I found her smiling dreamily into her old fashioned.
With Prue, that could mean she was in her own little dreamworld, or it could mean she didn’t have an issue with Battle openly flirting with me.
Unfortunately, I was probably going to have to have a conversation with her to ascertain where she was with that.
More unfortunately, it was seeming likely I was going to have to have a chat with Battle before I did that.
Even though I wasn’t thrilled with the shit Battle was pulling, I couldn’t say I didn’t love and adore the infuriated expression it put on Chelsea’s face.
One could say this weekend she’d finagled was not going her way at all.
“So,” I said into the utter silence that was another result of Battle’s shenanigans, since everyone (but Chelsea) was doing a version of Prue smiling into her drink. I aimed my next at Courtney and Rally. “It’s my understanding you two are getting married?”
“Yes, next month. May is perfect in England,” Courtney replied.
