“What?”
Maverick chuckled and pointed at the coffee machine behind me. “Black.”
“Why do you have a fandangled fancy coffee machine if you just take it black?” I asked him, heading over to it to press the appropriate button.
“I like good coffee and not sludge,” he replied. “I also don’t want it to be watered down with dairy.”
Stifling a chuckle, I let the machine do its thing while I cleaned the bench around the machine.
“Prez,” I heard Maverick say from behind me and I stiffened. He’d joined us at the bar. It was like I could feel the heat of his stare behind me, making me almost fear what he had to say. “Catch up on any zzz’s.”
“No,” he grunted. “Rowan.”
I turned around, probably a little faster than I should have, and looked over at him. “Yes, Wy—Reaper?”
Maverick caught it. Did he catch everything?
“Have you heard from Trey…at all?”
My stomach fluttered. It shouldn’t. He was simply asking about his son, and I was—in his eyes—the girlfriend.
“Uh, no.”
He nodded, almost a little disappointed. “Have you tried to call him?”
“Not since…well…not for a few days. Do you want me to try again? Sometimes he goes on these bouts where he doesn’t answer. I usually just let him deal with whatever it is, and come back when he is ready.”
“You know Trey?” Maverick asked, looking between the two of us. The machine beeped to alert me to his coffee being ready. I grabbed the mug and handed it over to him, before pressing the clean function button, and turning back to them.
“This is Rowan,” Wyatt said. “Trey’s girl. She’s going to work with us for a little while.”
I offered a small smile, but with the way Maverick’s eyebrows rose, I knew he wasn’t going to be the one who I would get little white lies through.
“Interesting.”
He took a sip of his coffee, before Wyatt called out, “Church. Now.”
The men all got up and headed into a room off to the side, in between the bar and the pool tables at the back. Wyatt stayed behind, waiting for Maverick to move off.
“Can you try him again? I’m…worried.”
I could see the pain in his eyes, and it was doing me in. He was just a father, worried about his son. I wondered if he knew how bad it was with him.
Nodding, I offered him a brief smile, before he moved off toward the room everyone was in, leaving me in an almost empty clubhouse, with no one to serve, and one hell of a task he’d asked of me.
Oh, and the bitches, who were now making their way over to me, causing my stomach to flip violently. Thank god I hadn’t eaten yet.
Tee, Tori, and a couple of the other girls sat down on the stools at the bar, and I bit down my anxiety, and waited for it.
“Service please,” Tee announced, almost as if she wouldn’t believe I didn’t know her order via telepathy. “I mean…what do you think your job is here?”
“Well, it’s certainly not spreading my legs or lips every chance I get.”
That came out so quick, I didn’t mean it, and yet all the girls gasped, except for the girl at the end who laughed. One look from Tori and she silenced herself, and looked down at her hands on the bar.
“Jealous?” Tee spat.
“No, I don’t need to spread my legs to attract a man.”
