I unwrap a straw and slide it into the shallow martini glass and suck down the sour liquid. Drinking has never been my thing. I never had time, and I was always on strict diet plans, so I didn’t gain any unnecessary weight. Even the times I have had alcohol, I don’t think they’ve ever tasted this yummy.
When I’ve sucked down the very last drop, I smile at Quinn. “Can I have another? Make it a double.”
Jordyn and Quinn laugh, and Jordyn holds up her glass. “I need another, too, sis.”
Quinn giggles as she gets to work.
“Did he say anything?” I finally ask.
Quinn offers a kind smile and sets a fresh drink in front of me. “Just that he wasn’t going to see you again because he wasn’t able to get your information before you left.”
My shoulders drop. “You must think I’m terrible.”
I move my straw from one glass to the other and gulp down my second drink in seconds.
“Not at all. It’s none of our business. As long as you’re fine, we’re fine. Kian’s a big boy. He’ll get over it,” Jordyn says with a shrug.
He’ll get over it.
So he was upset.
Shit.
“Can I use one of your phones to text him? And can I have another?” I point toward my empty glass.
Both Jordyn and Quinn look at me with concern before they both start scrambling. Jordyn hands me her phone while Quinn mixes another lemon drop.
Jordyn navigates to the messages, then puts his name in at the top before handing it to me.
I stare at the screen, trying to figure out what to say. Then I start typing and deleting several times.
Finally, I hit send.
CHAPTER 11
Kian
“Fucking bet or fold, asshole,”Beckett snaps.
I don’t need to look at my cards to know what they are. They’re my lucky ones. At least, they used to be. Now, I have a million dollars in the pot, and I’m not sure I want to bet on them.
My phone buzzes, and I pull it from my pocket while Beckett sighs and sits back in his chair.
“Why is Jordyn texting me?” I ask, waiting for my phone to unlock.
Cash is beside me before I pull up my messages, his gaze narrowed.
Jordyn: I’m sorry for the other night.
As soon as I read it, I go over it again, but Cash is already trying to yank the phone from my hand.
“Why the fuck is my wife telling you she’s sorry for the other night? What did you do?” Cash demands as he tries to wrestle the device away from me.
Shaking my head, I push him back. “Dude, calm the fuck down. I don’t know what she’s talking about. I swear to God, Jordyn has never texted me outside of the family group chat.”
My phone vibrates again, and Jordyn’s name pops up with another message. I open it and read the message while pushing him away.
Jordyn: This is Ace, btw.
