Eve touches them, her cute features lighting up in delight. “Thank you! I make them. I mostly sell them online, but I’m opening a boutique and have some wholesale partnerships for bigger stores to carry my creations.”
“Really? That’s awesome.”
“Hey, Eve!” Reagan slips out from behind the bar to hug her. “Good to see you. It’s been a while.”
“Hi! I know, I keep missing you on the days you’re working. I miss hearing you sing. It always got me through my shifts here.”
Reagan waves her off. “Okay, but now you’re doing what you’ve always wanted instead of bartending.” She gives her one of the smiles that never fails to uplift even the crappiest mood. “Proud of you, girl.”
Eve hugs her again. “Thank you.”
“We’re all proud of you,” Kincaid murmurs to her.
They share a secretive smile before saying goodbye and finding a secluded spot.
“Guys, look at this photo of Hammy,” Jake says.
“Aww,” I say.
Reagan pouts at the cuteness. “Oh god, I can’t handle it when his lip gets stuck on his teeth like that. Sweetest boy. Who’s my best work buddy?”
She gets some dog biscuits from the jar behind the bar and comes out to give them to him for doing tricks. Madden pauses eating to join her, holding out his hand for a biscuit. She leaves the last two with him before going to take a customer’s drink order when they flag her down.
“I’m saving this. Chicks dig dogs.” Jake bounces his brows and taps on his phone.
“He’s not even your dog,” Theo points out.
“Won’t matter. It’s just an opener,” Jake says.
Easton shakes his head. “Nice. Some of us don’t need any help picking up girls. Right, baby?”
I hold up my hands. “Don’t bring me into this.”
“Wait, you’ve got to see what this guy has on his camera roll,” Theo taunts.
He steals Easton’s phone, evading him when he tries to get it back.
“Boys. Play nice in my bar, or I’ll get the water bottle to squirt you.” Reagan brandishes the drink nozzle from behind the bar, one eyebrow lifted in warning.
Theo cackles as two of the guys take his side, holding Easton back. He swipes through photos, showing them off. There are photos of a cat, of me, and of him hanging out with his teammates.
“This is your nationally ranked captain, gentlemen. This is the cheesy shit on his camera roll.”
“Laugh it up now,” Easton says. “I’m a patient man, and when I get you assholes back for this, you won’t see it coming.”
“When did you take that?” I lean in to get a better look at the photo of me sleeping.
“Okay, that’s it. ” Easton breaks free of his teammates’ hold and swipes his phone back. “Let’s see what’s on your phones. Who wants to go first?”
Cameron snickers from his spot leaning against the bar, elbowing Madden seated on the stool beside him, back to tearing through a basket of grilled wings.
“We’ve all seen your dick, man. There’s nothing to hide,” Cameron says.
Easton pokes his cheek with his tongue, then lunges for his best friend’s phone sitting next to Madden’s wings. Cameron grunts, bracing his arms over it like a fortress.
“What’s wrong, Reeves? Got shit you don’t want us to see?” Easton goads.
Madden picks up his basket and moves to lean against the wall where Hana and Elijah are talking. He looks stunned when Elijah steals two wings from him, offering one to Hana.
