My eyes immediately go to the bar. At first, I don’t see anyone, but then Wyatt’s head pops up from where he must have been crouched behind the counter.
He slides a beer across the bar to someone. His eyes roam over the room and settle on me. A smile takes over his gorgeous face.
I can’t help but smile in return.
“Well… that’s interesting,” Avery says, nudging my shoulder with hers.
“Wait,” Riley says from my other side. “That’s a different hot biker man.”
Avery’s head whips in my direction. “What do you mean,differenthot biker man?”
I open my mouth to say something, but I’m too distracted by the wink Wyatt gives me after giving someone else their drink.
“Looks like you have some explaining to do,” Hadley says, grabbing my hand and pulling me across the bar.
By some chance, there’s an open booth behind the pool table that’s big enough for all of us. Hadley, Leah, and I slide into one side, while Sienna, Avery, and Riley sit opposite us.
“Spill,” Sienna says the second our asses hit the wooden bench.
“I need a drink before I talk about any of this,” I sigh. There’s no way in hell these women are letting me leave this bar until I tell them all the gritty details behind that look I shared with Wyatt.
“I vote you go order our first round,” Avery says. “I don’t think the bartender would mind one bit.”
“I don’t think it would be a hardship for you either,” Leah says, shoving me out of the booth.
I give her awhat the fucklook as I scramble to get my feet under me.
“What?” she says with a shrug. “You think I didn’t see all the mornings you brought them coffee when they were at my house?”
“Traitor,” I grumble.
“Them?” Sienna asks loudly.
“Yup… them,” Riley confirms, wiggling her eyebrows.
I glare at her, but she just laughs. She knows about everything with Kane, but that’s it. I take it she’s putting the pieces together rather quickly, though.
“What do you all want to drink? Since apparently I’m a waitress now,” I ask all of them.
They all rattle off their orders, which thankfully aren’t too complicated. Their laughter follows me all the way to the bar.
Wyatt isn’t the only one here now. Linc has joined him. I find an empty spot where I can lean my forearms against the wood while I wait.
They move in perfect sync around each other, like they know exactly what the other is going to do before they even do it.
I guess that’s probably one of those twin things. I don’t even have a sibling, let alone a twin, so I would have no idea what that’s like.
Linc notices me first. His eyes sharpen as he walks straight to me.
“I didn’t know you were here,” he says, not unkindly.
“Well, I am,” I say with a shrug.
He hums in agreement, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip.
He’s wearing a black V-neck T-shirt that shows off a lot of his tattoos, but I find myself wanting to see even more of them. Somehow, I know he has many more that are hiding under his clothes.
His dark hair is pulled back into a messy bun, and he looks hot as fuck. My mouth goes dry, and I have to swallow past it if I’m going to have any hope of saying anything else to the man.
