Page 60 of Knight
Something told me not a single one of these guys judgedmy brother for going to prison. Especially not Bailey. None of them were like Tyler, who’d talked shit about my brother and refused to meet him, deciding that everything he did was wrong even though Tyler had no idea what it was like to live with my father’s hate, the way he’d lashed out at Flynn before he left then turned his fury on Mom until she’d left and it was only me.
A young server arrived, gaze skimming over us. “I got lucky with this table,” he said, his voice holding a flirty lilt. “Got me some gorgeous men today. What are we having? Is it me? Please say it’s me!”
Shiloh smiled coyly. “Well, only one of us here is single.” He nodded toward me. “Andhe’s a doctor.”
“Ooh,” the server crooned. “I’ll let you diagnose me anytime.”
Luckily, I could tell the flirtation was all in good fun. Knight and I were casual. There had been no talk of exclusivity. But I really had no desire for anyone else right now. I’d barely gotten a taste of him, and I was pretty sure I’d need a lot more before I satisfied that craving.
Emory picked up the drink menu. “I’ll take a Pink Banana.”
He passed the menu to Bailey, who glanced at it. “A Virgin Rim Shot.”
The server’s eyes lit up. “Virgin, huh?”
“The drink, not me,” Bailey said. “I’m counting down the days to my twenty-first birthday.”
“Aw, poor thing. Come back here. We’ll make your first time so gooood.”
He still made it sound like sex, because of course he did. He wore a small nametag that read Larkin, perched right at the edge of the tank that dipped low enough to show the upper part of his pecs.
“I’ll take a Glitterbomb,” Shiloh said, whatever the heck that was, “and…what do you guys think about getting the Orgasmic Load?”
I leaned over to peer at the menu because that sounded…dirty. It was loaded fries, with bacon, cheese, and sour cream. Tasty.
“I love eating loads,” Bailey deadpanned, making everyone crack up.
“All right, I like the way this man thinks,” Larkin said, shimmying his hips a little before turning his sights on me. “And what does the doctor order?”
“You know, I’m off the clock. Why don’t you prescribe me the best medicine this time around?”
He grinned. “All right, one Pornstar Martini coming up!”
“Oh man,” I said. “You guys totally brought me here to get me drunk, huh?”
“What better way to bond?” Emory joked.
“Besides, Bailey can drive us home,” Shiloh said with a smirk.
“Hey, that’s okay,” Bailey said. “Payback is gonna be beautiful once I turn twenty-one. You’re all going to drive my drunk ass home anytime I want.”
“Mean,” Emory said with a pout.
“Does that include me?” I asked. “Because I’ve barely gotten any use out of the Bailey DD service.”
He flipped me the bird. “Just for that, I’m going to tell you all about what Flynn and I did this morning. He picked me up. He’s so fucking strong, you know, and held me against the wall while he?—”
I clamped my hands over my ears. “La-la-la! I can’t hear you.”
Everyone laughed as Larkin returned to set our drinks on the table. I picked up my Pornstar Martini and took a cautioussip. It was sweet, tasting like dragon fruit with a zing of a lime. Delicious. Maybe too delicious. I could easily imagine slurping down half a dozen and regretting it for days.
Shiloh smiled sweetly. “That’s fine, Bails. I’ll just ask Holden to pick you up when you’re too drunk to drive.”
“Oh, evil genius!” Emory said with a laugh. “Holden’s such a hardass he’d never let Bailey live it down.”
Bailey huffed. “I can’t believe I ever thought you were sweet, Shy.”
“That’s because I’m a good actor.” Shiloh grinned. “ShyGuy was my camboy name when I met Holden. I pretended to be all sweet and innocent—at least at first.”
