I sit up, excitement rushing over me. “Oh! Can I come with you? I want to see how all of this is done.”
His eyes trail to me before he grins. “Actually, I had something else in mind…”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Rowan
“You’re gonna be in so much trouble,” Thalia sings as she sips on her whiskey. We’re seated at a table at Dale’s, and Alana and Connor are across from us, giving me disappointed stares as they nurse their drinks.
Addison is beside me, leaning close as she sips on her mixed drink with a smirk. She’s eating this up. My friends aren’t pleased with me, and she’s been milking it for all it’s worth.
“Lox is going to be pissed,” she agrees.
Alana leans forward, a hand cupping her mouth. “Blink twice if you need help.”
I scowl at her as Addison giggles.
“I still can’t believe you did this, Row.” Alana shakes her head. “What happened to dating like a normal person?”
“To be fair, I did think he was an asshole.” Addison cuts in.
“Have your thoughts changed?” Connor asks.
“No.” She smiles.
Thalia bursts out laughing. “I like you! No wonder dick head locked you away.”
“Alright,” I hold up a hand. “That’s enough. What I did was wrong, and I shouldn’t have held Addison against her will. Are we done with this now?”
“Nope,” Thalia laughs. “I can’t wait to watch you get your ass handed to you by Loxley!”
Murmurs of agreement go round the table as I simmer in my shame. The door to the bar opens, and I turn to see my sister-in-law standing in the doorway. She’s still dressed in herpink Sweet Haven t-shirt and jeans as she takes her coat off. Behind her, my brother towers over her with the same shirt covering him like a second skin. The words across the front of it are stretched thin, and he looks ridiculous as our eyes meet, and he slashes a hand across his throat.
“My bet is on Loxley punching him,” Thalia throws a twenty on the table.
“My bet is that she’s going to scream in his face,” Addison throws a twenty on top of the pile, and I blink.
“Is that from my wallet?”
“Yes,” she beams.
“My bet is on her dragging Atlas out of here by his ear when she finds out he knew,” Alana slaps a twenty on the steadily growing pile.
“Fuck it,” Connor shrugs before digging his wallet out and tossing another bill on top. “Mine is that she’s going to throw something at you.”
“Seriously?” I deadpan.
“Absolutely.” Alana nods.
“One-hundred percent.” Connor agrees.
“You’re fucked,” Thalia chips.
“She’s going to kick your ass,” Addison muses as she places her chin in her hand.
Fuck me.
Addison pushes her chair out, standing as my brother and his wife near our table.
