Page 120 of Lion on the Mountain
“And you need to tell people you need one more person.”
“Yup.” Stephanie popped the P.
“And the second you find someone else, I’m out, no exceptions.”
“Got it. No exceptions.” She grinned in a way that murdered his trust.
“Do I have your word?”
“Sure do.” Her grin got wider.
“Shake on it.”
“Want me to spit in my hand first?”
Waylon flinched. “Please, no.”
Stephanie stretched out her thankfully dry hand. “Deal.”
Waylon shook her hand. “Deal.”
And now Waylonwas standing in the rec center at the beginning of his weekend when he should have been home nursing the hangover he’d worked hard to build the night before at Cocks and Strippers. At least he hadn’t gone home with anyone, though he’d danced with not one but two gorgeous women and he wouldn’t have minded sharing a bed with either of them.
“Adventure Buddies,” he scoffed under his breath. “I don’t need this.”
But he kind of did now. Last night was proof. Bear and T-Wolf had long since stopped going to Cocks and Strippers unless their women came along, but that was okay, totally understandable. It was still great when it was just him and Elias looking to score, but that was the end of an era now that Elias and Wren were married. Shane was never part of the pickup scene, focusing on April ever since he got back to town. And Ben? Well, the meat market was never really Moose’s scene, either. He tended to be the designated driver and the one who talked his brothers out of making bad choices a time or two. Waylon had been forced to talk himself out of last night’s bad choices and where was the fun in that?
I wonder if this Frank guy is single. Yeah, probably, or he’d be out with his wife or girlfriend on a Saturday, right?
Maybe Stephanie knew his dating situation and that’s why she’d signed him up. Frank might be in the same boat.
Sneaky woman!Maybe I’ll find an adventure wingman while I’m here. Not bad.
And speak of the devil, there she was, popping out of a doorway and smiling like a kid with a new puppy.
“Come on back,” Stephanie said as she cocked her arm and waved him down the hall. “We’re all waiting for you, slowpoke. Frank’s feeling like the odd man out.”
Waylon reluctantly made his way down the hall. The room was full of people talking to each other in pairs.
Except for one person.
Whatever joke Stephanie was playing, Frank was a great, big nope.
Waylon definitely did not need a wingwoman.
