It was the same with the other guys on Jagger’s private security team. Aside from Jagger, every member of Delta was now either married or engaged. And all five of the deliriously happy bastards sounded the same whenever they talked about their significant others.
Every. Damn. Time.
Wonder if I’ll suffer the same fate.
He didn’t wonder long.
Jagger had never considered himself to be the settling down type. A free spirit, his grandmother had always called him. He smiled, warmth spreading across his chest as he signaled for a left-hand turn.
“And then there was one,” he quipped, referring to himself as the last remaining bachelor on the team.
It’s me. Hi. I’m the problem, it’s me.
Not that he saw his perpetually single status as a problem. On the contrary, Jagger loved being unattached.
He was free to go wherever he wanted. Spent his money on whatever tickled his fancy. And most importantly, he had sole control of the T.V. remote.
Speaking of tickling…
Being single came with all kinds of other…let’s call them…perks. No strings. Nothing serious or messy. Just a whole lot of consensual, adult, and mostly legal fun.
Tickling optional.
“You know…” Liam’s voice filled the car’s interior once again. “It’s been said that oneisloneliest number.”
Jagger chuckled. “Trust me, brother. I’m anything but lonely.”
Was he happy that his teammates had found their forever loves and were living life in married—or in Liam’s case, almost married—bliss? Hell yes, he was happy. Ecstatic, even. But what really mattered, however, was that hisfriendswere happier than he’d ever seen them.
The cause?
Their names were Megan, Aurora, Raegan, and Kerrigan. And in two short weeks, Allison Soon-To-Be-Cutler would officially become the newest member of the Delta Team Wives Association.
Fun fact, the wives association wasn’t actually a thing. But ooh, maybe it should be.
The DTWA.
Jagger grinned at the thought. It did have a rather nice ring to it. He may even suggest the awesome idea at the next team meeting.
In the meantime…
His feet worked the pedals and gearshift like a pro, cutting across traffic with ease. A few horns may or may not have blared, and…did that elderly woman he’d just sped past just flash him the bird?
Yes. Yes, she had.
His laughter barked as he made his way down the off-ramp’s curving slope. Jagger was still smiling wide when he stopped at the light that turned red just as he’d reached the bottom.
“What’s so funny?” Liam’s tone held a touch of defense.
“Just makin’ friends again.” He waited for the light to turn green. “Hey, listen. I’m almost to my stop, so I’ll grab your beer and be on my way.”
“See you in a few.”
Minutes later, a tiny bell rang overhead as Jagger stepped into the small convenience store. A pregnant woman had just finished paying for a large bottle of water and small bag of chips, so he held the door open and waited.
“Thank you.” She flashed him a quick smile on her way outside.
“You’re welcome.” He dipped his head with a grin before turning to the young blonde working behind the counter. Jagger guessed her to barely be of age to sell cigarettes and beer. “How’s it going?”
