Page 4 of Brock’s Mate

“Fuck you,” Brock said. They ignored that, so he added, “I need a drink.” That would get any Wild Blood’s attention.

“Pick one.” Colt handed him a laminated drinks list. “On the house. Obviously we need to get you liquored up before you’ll let anyone take advantage of you.”

“Fuck you and your brother.” Brock took the drink menu, though. Colt was right about one thing—liquor was the only way he was going to get through this night.

The list read:

Dirty Drinks

Sex in the Driveway

Slow Comfort Screw

Blow the Man Down

Slippery Nipple

Cherry Pop Daiquiri

Dirty Devil Martini

Wallbanger

Lemon Panty Drop

Dirty Dominatrix

Red Velvet Handcuffs

Sex with an Alligator

And that was just for starters. Brock said, “You seriously named a drink Cream & Scream?”

“Hey,” Remy said, looking offended. “No hate for the drink list. We worked really hard on it.”

Simultaneously, Mari and Jaeda murmured, “He said ‘hard-on’,” and then when they realized what they’d done, chorused “Owe me a beer.” They leaned around Brock and fist-bumped.

Brock facepalmed. This was going to be a long night.

Colt said, “And here’s your info packet. Dirty Desire Hit List, pencil, your Dirty Questions—”

“My what?”

Colt rolled his eyes. “Well, we can’t just let you all tackle the conversation on your own. That would be chaos.”

Brock took a peek at the index cards with the Dirty Questions. “I hate all my friends,” he said. “Just saying.”

“I know.” Mari patted his arm. “We’ll get you a drink.”

“We’ll get you two,” Jaeda said.

Grumbling and batting away heart balloons, Brock let Jaeda and Mari lead him to his table, which so far was empty of potential dates. A few feet away was a niche holding a table with velvet ropes across the chairs, like in museums.

A candle burned on the table, and above it on the wall hung a picture of a laughing dark-haired man with a red-haired woman, both of them misty and glowing. Below that was a little plaque:

Nick and Brittany

Always With Us