“But you don’t even like beer,” I retort. Beer is not my alcohol of choice. Although, I’ve never tasted it. It kind of looks like piss in a glass, which makes complete sense why frat guys love it so much.
“I do like it,” Lily tells me. “I just don’t drink it often.”
“I love beer,” Daisy says with a nod.
“You love everything,” Lily and I say in unison.
She smiles and shrugs. And she would probably try to eat everything if she didn’t have to worry about her weight.
“Go back to?—”
“We heard you!” I shout at the air, not sure where the voice is coming from. It must be close considering I hear him over the music.
We reach the long black granite bar with blue lights underneath, and we pick three stools beside each other. Lily is seated between us, and a guy with a scruffy jaw and tattoos sits on my left. From here, we can see our guys over in the VIP roped area, a balcony above us. They sit on leather couches and talk.
Scott doesn’t join them. He leans his forearms on the balcony railing, his eyes pinned to me.The whole time.
It’s aggravating, but I feel worse for Loren who has to put up with Scott during his bachelor party. And Irarelypity Loren in settings like this.
I glance at Lily who pockets her phone as soon as my eyes hit her.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Texting Lo. Let’s order.”
If this bartender would respond to my waving hand, that task would be much easier. But she’s having a nice time flirting with the male customers who’ll tip her more. Iwould havetipped her well. Now I’m reconsidering. I snap my fingers.
Lily grabs my hands, flushing in embarrassment. “She’s not a dog.”
Well she’s not a good bartender either. But I tone it down because Lily looks as red as the bartender’s formfitting dress.
I guess we’ll have to wait.
Patience—it’s something I don’t have.
CHAPTER 47
CONNOR COBALT
Scott keeps looking at Rose.It’s creepy. Can you do something?– Lily
I pocket my phone. I’ve tried to stand up and distract Scott from Rose, but every time I do, Lo pulls me back down and Ryke tells me not to give him the time of “fucking” day. But it’s about Rose, and I don’t want her to be uncomfortable because of him.
“Go back to Philly, assholes!” Someone screams from one leather couch over.
“I’m getting the sense we’re not wanted here,” Lo says dryly. He tries not to provoke the hecklers, but I can see the irritation growing as he flashes a bitter smile.
I glance from the text to Scott. “Give me a minute,” I tell the guys. “I need to talk to him. Seriously.” I have to see what he’s plotting.
“No, we thought you werejokingthe last four times,” Lo says.
But I stand up from the leather couch anyway, expecting Lo to tug me back, but he just nods to me and says, “Tell him I hate him.”
“Any other messages?” I look at Ryke.
“Tell him to fuck himself.”
I nod. “Didn’t expect anything eloquent.”
