Turning toward the sound of my name, I grinned.“Hey, Jimmy Don.How’s the ol’ lady?”
“Hella good, man.”Jimmy Don’s smile went wide as he continued to move toward his truck.“Baby’s comin’ any day now.”
“Congrats, bro!”I made my way to the front doors, continuing to face Jimmy Don across the parking lot.“Holler when she pops that one out.We’ll grab a beer to celebrate.”
“Sure thing.”
With a quick wave, I turned toward my destination.
Stepping inside, I took a deep breath, then let it out slowly.
The tiny, wood-framed bar smelled the same as always.Like beer and stale pretzels, not to mention sweat and a whole lot of verbal bullshit.Sure, that shit had a smell, too.I could usually sniff it out a mile away, and it seemed tonight the aroma was extra potent.
“Hey, brotha’,” Wolfe greeted from his spot at the bar.
“What’s up, hoss?”I gave my cousin a knuckle bump.“Thanks,” I told Reagan when she passed me over a beer.
I let my eyes track her from one side to the other.Of course, the stubborn minx didn’t respond.But her cute little nose lifted, and the defiant tilt to her chin made my dick hard.Then again,everythingabout Reagan Trevino made my dick hard.All five foot five sweet inches of her.
“We need to talk, Reagan.Come on, babe.Please.”
My gaze snapped to the opposite end of the bar, where I saw Billy Watson leaning on the wooden top, begging like a little bitch.I glanced at Wolfe, who shot me a quick eye roll.Turning back to the scene, I gave them my full attention.
“You know I’m not leavin’ till we do,” Billy droned.
Looked as though the fucker had finally realized what he’d lost when he let Reagan go a solid month ago.It appeared he was back to the same old bullshit, trying to get in her good graces and convince her to take him back.
I wanted to punch him in the face.The little pussy didn’t deserve Reagan.Hell, he didn’t deserve any woman.He had absolutely no respect and that shit was what pissed me off the most.
“Come on, honey.I know you ain’t serious.You love me.Don’t deny it.It’s time for you to come back home.Put the past in the past.”
Thepasthe was referring to was the pussy Billy had been getting for the past thirty-three days—yep, I'd counted—ever since Reagan up and moved out on the asshole.The guy had no qualms about flaunting the fact that he was making up for lost time with any woman who’d give him the time of day.
A killing rage burned just beneath my skin, my need to do some serious bodily harm ratcheting up a few hundred notches.When a man loved a woman, or evenclaimedto love a woman, he just didn’t do stupid shit like that.Ever.
“I told you, Billy.I’m done,” Reagan hissed, apparently trying to keep her voice down.“Now, just leave it be.”
“Whatever.”Billy huffed.“That’s bullshit and you know it.Quit fuckin’ around and just come home.”
Reagan leaned over the bar, getting right up in his face.“It’s not my home,” she snapped.“I’m done.It’s over.Get used to it.”
I waited, counting down silently in my head.I knew Billy, knew the man’s temper would get the best of him.I had spent the better part of a decade watching as Billy treated Reagan like shit, then sitting back and dealing when she took the sorry fucker back.
As much as I'd wanted to intervene, I knew it wasn’t my place.Then or now.
Good news was it looked as though she might be done this time for good.
I could only hope because it was high time I moved on with my life, and the only way I intended to do that was to have that woman in my bed, where she belonged.However, I wasn’t talking for only one night.My intentions toward her were along the lines of forever and a day.
The hardest part was going to be convincing her.
Fortunately, I was always up for a challenge.
“What the fuck you lookin’ at?”
I allowed my gaze to slip to the right of Reagan.That was when I realized Billy was talking to me.Unable to help myself, I smiled.“A hairy asshole.”I glanced back at my cousin.“Right?That’s what you see, too?”
“Yep,” Wolfe agreed.“A hairy asshole with teeth.”
