Kenzie’s face must have contorted to convey her ire, as Molly’s eyes went wide. “Down girl, the beautiful server is going to bring more.”
“Good, cause I’m about to throw a meaner tantrum than a two dollar rattle snake.” She took another mouthful of guac before continuing. “She really is beautiful isn’t she? I’d kill to have such clear skin.”
Molly nodded as she chewed. “And her hair is so fucking silky.” She dropped her voice. “I’d totally do her.” She cleared her throat. “How’d you guys find this place?”
“It was a recommendation from a friend back home at the club.” Austin sipped his water. “I cannot believe we did not know about it for the years I played on the team. Have you been keeping it a secret all these years, Captain?”
Lincoln shook his head. “Lorenzo’s rec.” He jerked his chin at Enzo. “I guess he saw an ad for it on social media or something. You know how scary those things are when you say you’re going somewhere and suddenly you’re bombarded with ads for the place.”
Enzo rubbed the back of his neck. “Dude. Why you gotta bring out the Sunday name? I ate here with my old team.”
It was Linc’s turn for an eye roll.
“There was nothing before the Snow Pirates. Yourold teamnever existed.” Russ wagged a finger at him.
“Let’s hope they feel the same way when we’re on the ice together during the season.” He shuddered. “My bones are already hurting.”
Kenzie took in the restaurant as they chatted. Bright red, half egg shaped lamp shades hung from the bamboo ceiling. The walls were vivid shades of greens and blue, and the wood panel dividers between sections of the seating area displayed murals, signed by the artists.
On their way in, they’d passed by vibrant colored picnic benches and wide umbrellas, and if she didn’t have her trusty guacamole in front of her on the table, she’d be going insane with the smells.
Tables were filling up fast, and an in-view kitchen behind a tall counter was bustling with activity and the clinking of pots and pans and the sounds of sizzling meat.
She was salivating.
Theo’s arrogant voice brought her attention back to the table. “We’re going to show them who’s boss tomorrow night on the ice.”
Was he really dissing the home team, in earshot of the locals, before they even got their food?
She reached around Lincoln and flicked Theo on the forehead. “Shut up before someone hears you,” she ground out through gritted teeth.
“So what if they hear me?”
Fucking rookies. Arrogant assholes.
Russell reached over the table to accept his soda from Claudia who’d reappeared with a tray of drinks and another server carrying chips and dips.
Claudia’s eyes darted between Kenzie and something behind her, while Theo all but beat on his chest like a Neanderthal.
“I love your lipstick.” Claudia addressed Molly, but spoke so loudly that even Theo paused his ‘down with the Raccoons’ tirade momentarily.
“Thanks. My kick-ass-red-lipstick is my trademark.”
Theo wouldn’t let up.
Pinching the bridge of her nose, Kenzie hissed out a breath. “Dude. You need to lower your fucking voice before my new bestie Claudia hears you mouthing off about her boys and has the kitchen staff spit in our food.” She cast what she hoped was an apologetic smile to the server.
Kenzie got substantially more sarcastic the hangrier she got. Everyone in a couple hundred mile radius could hear the new kid shouting his mouth off about the home team going down in a blaze of cannon fire.
“All we need now is for a fucking trash panda to show up and kick his daggum ass.” She scooped up an oversized mouthful of guac and crammed it in her mouth before accepting her second margarita from Claudia.
Austin cleared his throat. “Too late.” His face darkened and a muscle in his jaw twitched as a quiet hush rippled across the table. He jerked his chin at someone behind her, and her stomach dropped.
Casting a surreptitious glance over her shoulder, her fear was being played out in front of her eyes.
The Raccoons had entered the building.
