The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I’m going to kill her. She can say whatever she wants to me, but hurting him is too far.
“Wolfe,” Archangel calls, snapping me out of my head.
“Yes, Angel baby?”
He blinks at me but recovers quickly. “Do you want another drink…”
I slide my hand into his. “No, you have one. I’ll drive.”
His glare lingers for a second too long, but he doesn’t pull his hand away. “Perfect, baby.” His use of baby warms my chest.
It’s a little fuck you. But I like it.
The rest of dinner goes smoothly. Or as smoothly as an overly polite southern family dinner can be. He’s pretty tipsy by the end, and instead of taking his hand, I take his arm, guiding him through the restaurant.
“Are you going to be able to drive?” Archangel asks when the valet hands me the keys.
“You caused this problem!” I get him tucked into the passenger side, then wedge myself into the driver’s seat.
“How did I cause this?” he asks, like he didn’t rent the smallest car known to man.
“You could have gotten a normal-sized car!” I barely fit under the steering wheel, but it’s enough to work.
“I got a fun car. It’s not my fault you’re huge.”
“I am a reasonable size! And you could have gotten a reasonable sized car.” I take off toward our rental.
“Giant is now reasonable?” he says, all sassy.
“Perfectly reasonable!”
“The only thing reasonable in giant size is dicks.”
I glance over at him after I park. “It’sreasonable sizedto match my reasonable size.” I wink and get out of the car.
He half falls out of the car. “What?”
“Are you honestly surprised?” I unlock the door, then look over my shoulder. “We’ve been in the shower together.”
“You know, because I’m openly gay, I have to be doubly sure to keep my eyes to myself in the shower.” Angel is a bit of a mess and can’t walk a straight line.
“I didn’t know that.” I’d never thought about him looking at me in that way. I’ve always been totally comfortable around him, so I’d never given any thought to how the other guys treat him. “No one gives you shit, right?”
“Not anymore.”
“What do you mean, not anymore?” I help him up the front stairs and inside.
“In the beginning, some guys were…” He lifts his shoulders. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me.” I lower him into a chair.
His eyes flutter half closed. “It was a couple of the older guys. They are long gone. With Cox and Coach Hawke, no one gives a fuck anymore.”
“I wish I’d known then.”
He rolls his eyes. “You don’t need to fight any more people on my behalf.”
“I don’t need to do anything. I want to do it.” I put my hands on the arms of the chair he’s in and lean over him. “What do you want to do tonight? Or are you too drunk?”
