He nodded at her. Then his eyes shifted to me and stayed there for a moment before he had to focus on finishing what he was doing.
Mac looked back at Lemon, who was pressed close, staring over our shoulders at the bar. “We’re starting with a shot. After that, do you want a beer or something sweet?”
“I’ll take something sweet,” Lemon said.
Mac next looked to Wyatt and Roe, who were standing behind the three of us. Because the music was loud, Mac made a gesture of drinking something. They must have answered, because she nodded.
“Mac, I’ll pay,” I said loudly so she would hear me.
She glanced at the money in my hand, then behind us at the guys again. She smiled and leaned close. “You can try.”
Before I could ask what she meant by that, Reid came over.
“Three shots of Fireball to start. Then can you mix us up something sweet?” Mac asked.
“I want what you made us last time,” I said.
Reid glanced at me and nodded.
“Oh, and we’ll need whatever beers your brother-husbands want,” Mac added.
He flipped her off before grabbing three shot glasses and filling them with Fireball. Mac grabbed those and handed one each to Lemon and me. Mac clinked Lemon’s little glass, then mine, before throwing hers back. Lemon heavily exhaled first before downing hers. When Reid returned with bottled beers for Roe and Wyatt, I swallowed down my shot with a grimace.
Lemon set her glass back on the bar. “I feel like my insides have been purified.”
Mac laughed and I smiled.
“I like the burn,” Mac yelled over the music.
Reid returned shortly with our mixed drinks. Mac grabbed Lemon’s and passed it back to her. As I slid mine toward me, I tried to pay Reid. He stared down at the hundred in my hand. Then he glanced over my shoulder at Roe and Wyatt before walking away without taking the money.
Mac laughed, having watched the whole interaction.
Stunned, I turned around to look at the guys. They were staring anywhere but at me as they sipped their beers.
Mac leaned close. “Just put your money away and have a good time, like they want you to.”
I stuffed my money back in my wristlet and scooped up my drink.
We walked away from the bar and managed to snag a table. There were only four chairs. Lemon and Mac each took one. Wyatt and Roe took the other two and Wyatt sat me in his lap. To get more comfortable, I laid my arm over his shoulders.
“How much of a dance partner are you going to be tonight?” Mac shouted across the table.
“I can dance a little,” I said over the music.
Mac glanced at Lemon. “You’ll dance with me, right?”
Lemon smiled. “I’d love to dance with you!” She pointed at her drink. “But after I drink this.” She sipped away while taking everything in, from all the Haven’s Rebels to the ladies either here with the bikers or trying to get their attention. There also seemed to be a huge party of girls with three tables pushed together celebrating something, or maybe just here for a girls’ night. Bram and Vivian were in a corner booth with a few other bikers and their partners.
When the band had finished and a new band was setting up to play, it became a lot quieter. We were talking about grabbing one more round of drinks as Bash and Theo each pulled up a chair to our table and joined us without asking. Bash sat between Mac and Roe. Theo had pushed his chair between Lemon and me and Wyatt. As they sat, they set brand new beers in front of Roe and Wyatt and another round of our cocktails in front of us girls.
Mac, who had finished her drink, smiled. “Thanks, prospects.”
Lemon looked from Theo to Bash. “Thank you.”
Theo nodded at her.
“Yeah, thank you,” I said. “Bram didn’t send you over, did he?”
