I smile wide, he fell right into my trap. “She thought you both broke it, she just didn’t think it happened when you were fighting.” I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively.
“How exactly did she think it happened?” Griffin looks slightly perplexed.
I’m saved from answering by the prompt service of the waitstaff. “Hey, are you guys ready to order?”
I scoop up my menu. “Go ahead, Evan, I need a second.”
“I’ll have a double bacon cheeseburger, fries, and cheese sticks with a basket of wings, hot,” he recites quickly as if it’s his usual, which leaves me scrambling to pick something.
“She’s not ready, come back later,” Griffin tells the girl.
Before I can object, she leaves the table fast enough that I realize she’s a vampire.
I make sure not to put my menu down until I’m actually ready to order this time. The girl hustles over with a forced smile on her face. “All set?”
“I’ll have the rodeo burger, no tomato, with fries, and may I also have a side of ranch?”
“Absolutely. Anything to drink?” Her eyes jump quickly over Griffin and linger on Evan and me for a second or two longer.
“I’ll take a beer, Bud Light in a bottle, and a water please.”
“Just bring us a bucket,” Evan tells her, and she nods before rushing away from the table.
“Geez, she’s kind of jumpy,” I comment once she’s gone from sight. Griffin may be a little taciturn, but people react to him as if he’s about to bite their heads off.
“Blame Griff and all his charm.” Evan grabs a peanut from a bucket on the table and crunches the shell in his hand before popping it in his mouth.
“Oh, come on. I waitressed in college. He may have been a little brisk, but he wasn’t rude,” I defend.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s the same whether I speak or not,” Griffin says, appearing completely unaffected, and it doesn’t seem like a show. I really don’t think he cares what anyone thinks about him.
The bucket of beer arrives quickly. It’s larger than I’m used to, more like a trough that’s filled with ice and a twelve pack. Evan pops off the top of one and hands it over to me before grabbing his own.
“Don’t think I forgot about you taunting me. What did Alice say?” Griffin badgers.
I take a long pull from my beer, then decide to tell him. I don’t think either of them will be mad at her for thinking it. “She thought you guys were…you know, getting wild.”
“Getting wild?” Evan tilts his head to the side.
“Oh hell,” Griffin scoffs.
“What?”
I snicker, realizing Griffin has figured it out. “Obviously, I would be the top,” he declares haughtily.
“What?” Evan asks again, but there’s something in his tone that makes me think the truth may be sinking in. “Hell no, you wouldn’t be,” he counters indignantly.
Griffin shrugs. “Whatever you need to believe.”
“Guys, guys. It’s okay. I was just teasing you. Plus, I can always be the top.” I’m only half a beer in and I’m already getting a little lippy.
Evan makes a face like he’s thinking over the idea. “I’m on board for that.” I lift my beer to him in a toast.
Our food arrives quickly, which I’m pretty sure it has something to do with my company, and every bite is delicious. After nearly cleaning my plate, I toss the fry I just picked up back, too stuffed for another bite. Evan, of course, is already done. “Apparently, we need to feed you more burgers. I’ve never seen you actually eat and enjoy it so much.”
“So good,” is my response. I can’t even argue. “I’m going to run to the bathroom.” I polished off my beer with my meal and have already started another, and my bladder is complaining.
I manage to get up from the table with a little more grace than last time, but in my defense, earlier I’d been sitting for a while after being on my feet all day. Griffin rises as if he’s planning to come with me into the bar. “You gotta go too?”
