Grabbing a seat on the velvet benches that line one of the walls, Jasper, Dax, Graham, and I all drop down onto the cushy seats.
“Who wants what?” I ask.
I listen to their drink orders before heading off to the bar and waiting behind a few of the guys. I don’t miss the way the bartender’s eyes latch on to mine.
“What can I get you?” he asks as I lean against the solid wood bar.
“Two IPAs and two old-fashioneds.”
“You got it, babe.”
I watch as he makes the drinks before Bode is pushing his way to the front. “Make sure you come back and see me now.”
“Thanks.”
“Someone looked interested,” Jasper tells me as I set the drinks down on the low table in front of us.
I shake my head as I sip on my drink. “Nah. He was just trying to get better tips.”
“I don’t know.” Jasper peers around me toward the bar. “He definitely is checking you out.”
“Leave him alone,” Graham whispers. It’s so quiet, I’m the only one that hears him. When I cut a quick glance at him, his eyes are hard.
What in the world?
“Why aren’t you trying to pick anyone up, Dax?” I ask, changing the subject.
“Not interested in anyone specific.” His eyes roam over the VIP room. More of the guys have arrived, filling the small space.
“Does that mean there is someone you could be interested in?”
“No.” He answers too fast. There’s definitely a story there, but Jasper won’t let me get it because he is still on the bartender. “Go get me another drink.”
“Why me?” I scoff.
“Because the bartender thinks you’re cute and I need another beer.”
I glance over to his still half-full drink. He definitely knows what is going on with Dax, but I let it slide. Maybe once Dax likes me more, he’ll open up to me.
That’s something I want more than I thought possible. I want these guys to become my family out here. If I have to go get Jasper another beer to keep the heat off Dax, I’ll do it.
“Already back for seconds?”
The guy is leaning over the bar, giving me a slow perusal. His blue eyes are playful, and his blond hair is styled into a perfect, slicked-back mohawk.
“Another IPA, please.”
He smiles at me as he grabs another glass to pull the drink. “You don’t seem like a beer guy.”
“Getting it for a friend. I like bourbon.”
“Something sweet and fiery, huh?” he asks, waggling his brows at me. “Kinda like me?”
“Subtle.” I smile back at him.
“What can I say? I see what I want and go for it.”
“And what do you want?”
