“Now, why would I do that?”
“Because I guarantee at least one of them is going to say something unhinged.”
“Good thing I like things that are a little unhinged. What’s life if you aren’t living it just a little on the edge? Vanilla is great, but throw in some chocolate syrup and sprinkles, and it’s even better.”
I don’t get a chance to answer him because we reach the table. It’s probably for the best because I have no idea what I was going to say.
“Good evening, ladies,” Wyatt says with his full-scale smile. He sets the drinks he’s carrying on the table.
They all return his sentiment, beaming up at him. I slide in next to Leah, pushing the drinks to the right people. Riley eyes her glass suspiciously.
“You must be Riley,” Wyatt says.
“Yeah?” she says it more as a question.
“Your beautiful friend here…” he starts as he tilts his head in my direction.
The corners of Riley’s mouth tilt up ever so slightly, even if she’s trying to keep a straight face. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Sienna cover her mouth with her hand.
Wyatt continues, “She asked me to make you something a little more special than just a Sprite. I promise there isn’t anything in there that will hurt your little one.”
Riley’s eyes dart between Wyatt and me. She picks up the glass and takes a sip.
“If you don’t like it, I can get you whatever else you want,” Wyatt says.
“I wish it was a margarita loaded with tequila,” Riley jokes.
Wyatt laughs. “Come back in a few months, and we’ll make it happen.”
“Deal,” Riley says, and I can already tell he’s entranced her with his charm. “It really is perfect. Thank you.”
He taps the table twice, looking down at me. “I guess I should get back over there.” He points over his shoulder at the bar. “Idon’t love the idea of getting killed by my brother tonight, so I should go.”
I steal a peek. Linc is trying to drill holes in the back of Wyatt’s head with his stare alone.
When he sees me looking, his eyes shift to an entirely different kind of intensity. It’s so potent, I can’t hold his gaze for very long before I divert my eyes back to the table.
Fuck me.What have these men done to me?
I’m so lost in my thoughts, I didn’t even realize Wyatt walked away. “Wyatt,” I holler after him. He comes to a stop, glancing at me. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” he says with a warm smile that does things to me that I don’t want to analyze right now. Then, with a nod, he walks back to the bar.
Linc shoves his shoulder once, and then they’re both sucked into the controlled chaos of manning the bar.
“Well, fuck me,” Riley says before taking a large sip of her drink.
“I agree,” Hadley says, widening her eyes so much it looks like it might be painful.
Sienna leans over the table as much as she can. She’s pretty short, so she doesn’t get far. “Start talking.”
I take three sips of my rum and Diet Coke before I do just that. I tell them everything. Well… maybe not everything.
They don’t need to know the nitty-gritty details of what happened between Kane and me that night three years ago, but they get the necessary info.
“So, those two are twins?” Riley asks, pointing to the bar.
I nod, taking another much-needed sip of my drink. I didn’t want to share the truth about how I’m secretly harboring a mix of lust and feelings for all three of these men, but I think getting it off my chest is what I needed.
