I’m having a hard time remembering that this is the same man who unabashedly showed off his nerdy side while chatting with my son about techy crap I don’t understand.
Right now, he just looks like a sex god, and my mind can’t focus on anything else.
His eyes dance with amusement at the way I’m obviously ogling him. “Do you want a drink?”
“Yes.” My voice comes out all dry and raspy.Great.“Six, actually.”
“Planning on getting shit-faced?” he asks, quirking a brow.
“I’m guessing they’re for the five beautiful ladies you walked in with,” Wyatt says, stepping in beside his brother. He nods his head toward the back corner of the room.
I glance over my shoulder, and sure as shit, they are all staring right at me. All of them are smirking, and I know I’m in for it as soon as I get back over there.
With Linc’s appearance, I’m going to have even more explaining ahead of me.
“As appealing as it would be to just get drunk, I think I’ll settle for one drink for myself,” I say. Then I mumble, “For now,” under my breath.
I rattle off the drinks everyone wants, and they get to work making them.
Wyatt is closer, so I call out his name. He steps over with a glint in his eyes. “Instead of the Sprite I ordered, could you make some kind of fun drink without alcohol?”
He tilts his head to the side. “I thought you said you needed the booze tonight.”
“Oh, I do,” I say, widening my eyes as I nod. “My friend Riley is pregnant.”
He nods in understanding. “I’ll come up with something special,” he says with another wink that makes all the butterflies erupt in my stomach.
Coming from most guys, it might seem cheesy or over the top, but from Wyatt, it seems so natural and just him. He isn’t putting on a show. It’s just who he is.
He starts pouring a bunch of different things into a shaker. His head snaps back to me, like he realized or remembered something.
“Oh… is this the Riley who’s with your friend Cole that you were here with last time?” he asks.
I’m surprised he remembered. “Yeah, that’s her.” I guess he really was as in tune with me that night as I was with him.
Good to know.Or maybe not. I don’t know anymore.
My eyes bounce between Wyatt and Linc as they go about making the drinks. It’s like my mind can’t decide which one to focus on, so I just give up and let myself enjoy staring at both of them.
One by one, the drinks appear in front of me.
“I don’t think I thought this through,” I admit, staring down at the six glasses in front of me. “I only have two hands.”
I hold my hands up to emphasize the point.
Wyatt’s eyes shine with humor. It looks like he’s biting his cheek to keep himself from saying something.
Someone shouts from the opposite end of the bar about needing to close their tab. Linc and Wyatt both let out a subtle groan, locking eyes.
They don’t say a word but quickly move through three rounds of rock paper scissors. Linc mutters a curse under his breath as he walks away to help the customer with their tab.
“I guess you’re stuck with me,” Wyatt says, rounding the bar.
“Tragic,” I say with mock disgust. We each grab three of the drinks and make our way to the table.
The girls aren’t even attempting to hide the way they are eyeing Wyatt with curiosity and pure amusement.
“Ignore anything they say,” I whisper to the man at my side.
