Scythe and Jury came back with beers for the rest of us right around the time a waitress dropped four more off. Demo scooted them all closer to his section of the table and scowled suspiciously at the rest of us.
“Fuck no,” Scythe said, hitting Warrant on the back of the head. “You dragged us out here, you get that chair.” Hemotioned to the one that put him squarely facing away from the room.
Warrant rolled his eyes, but moved over so Scythe could take his new seat. “You just have to turn it around.” Which he didn’t bother with. Instead he straddled it then jerked his chin up in acknowledgment as Ainsley, his old lady, caught his gaze.
She shook her head, but didn’t come over. The other women she was with looked over at us curiously as she pointed us out. Harlow, the mayor of Sentinel, raised her glass in a salute to us, but then they went back to whatever they’d been talking about.
My gaze landed on the only one of the group that mattered in my mind. Rae’s black hair was straight and loose and had a blue sheen to it under the lights of the bar. Those soulful brown eyes flicked my way then darted back to her group.
“When are you going to make a move on that?” Jury asked, lifting his beer bottle to take a long swallow.
“On what?” I asked.
They all stared at me like I was a fucking idiot. Warrant had even turned around in his seat to study me better.
“You’ve been into the death chick since she moved here,” Demo told me.
“It’s not exactly a secret,” Scythe added.
“How could it be when he’s always staring at her?” Warrant pointed out.
“She’s hot. So?” I replied with a shrug, doing my best to act nonchalant about their line of questioning.
Scythe leaned forward, his arms on the table as he caught my gaze. “So…we haven’t seen you interested in a woman in…” He paused as he considered how long it’d been.
“A long fucking time,” Warrant finished for him.
“Your dick is going to fall off if you don’t use it,” Demo said.
I arched my brow, unimpressed with his logic. “Pretty sure you have that backward,” I countered. “The places you stick yours are going to land you with a fucking disease.”
He chuckled. “I always wrap it up, Brother. That’s my prized possession. I have to take care of it.”
We all laughed at that. I glanced back over toward Rae. They weren’t wrong. I was into her. But we were always bouncing here and there on assignments with Sentry Securities and I hadn’t done anything about my attraction to her. But that was just the excuse I used. There was time for a relationship if I made one. There was certainly time for sex.
“Oh my God.” A hand ran through my shoulder length hair.
Twisting, I snagged the woman’s wrist, yanking her fingers away from me. “Why are you touching me?” I growled, glaring at her.
“I-I’m sorry,” she stammered. “You just have really beautiful hair.”
She slurred her way through the explanation, clearly drunk off her ass even though it was only nine p.m.
I released her. “Go find someone else.”
She blinked at me, swaying on her feet, then stumbled off to do what I’d ordered her to.
Jury let out a heavy sigh. “Seriously, Pyre?”
“What?” I asked, washing away the irritation with beer.
“That was a prime example of how easy it’d be for you to get some pussy,” Demo said with a shake of his head.
“It’s that fucking hair of his,” Jury told him in agreement. “The women fucking love it.”
“Don’t know how it doesn’t make him look like a dirty hippie,” Scythe said, joining in.
“It’s the scruffy beard,” Warrant replied in speculation. “And the blue eyes. The women think he’s a sexy piece of man meatinstead of the weirdo he really is.” He batted his eyes and put his wrist to his forehead, mimicking a woman swooning.
