Page 29 of Wrecked
“I told my cousin, Tommy, I’d get him on the list for Lost Souls.”
“Okay,” she replied. “So?”
“I told him you owned the club.”
“Whatever,” she deadpanned.
He couldn’t read her. Was she annoyed with him? Did she care that Tommy was coming to her club? Did she want to see him again? He didn’t have a fucking clue.
They meandered through the maze of tables in a stilted silence, the frustration morphing into agitation. He knew she’d been with his cousin. Should he come clean or forget it?
Based on her chill reaction, she wasn’t gonna tell him. And for reasons he couldn’t understand, he hated that even more.
5
THE KISS
Prescott, Grandmom, and Granddad were chatting away at table two. After stomping out the cigarette, Hawk pulled out Addison’s chair, unable to shake the image of her with his cousin. What costume had she worn? The renaissance bar wench? What about her slutty cheerleader costume? Or maybe the dominatrix outfit? He’d seen her in several at the club. What he hadn’t seen was heroutof them.
His chest tightened.
After she sat, his Granddad’s thick cough snagged his attention. Granddad was sweating pretty good too. Neither of them had any water. “Granddad, take off your suit jacket. It’s hot as hell in here.” Rather than wait, he helped him out of his jacket.
“Thank you, Nicky.”
“I’ll get us water.” Hawk went in search of a wait person and found two talking nearby.
“Can I get chilled waters for table two?”
“Sure,” said one of the catering staff. “Be right over.”
Hawk returned to the table.
Grandmom smiled. “You take good care of us, Nicky.”
The server walked over with a single glass of water.
Ah, for fuck’s sake.
“Who needs this?” asked the server.
Tommy pulled out the empty chair next to Prescott and eased down.
Hawk’s rumbling growl had Addison craning to look at him.
“I need six waters,” Hawk bit out. “Six.”
“No problem.” The attendant started to leave, but Hawk stepped in front of him, dwarfing him in stature. “I’ll take that one.”
Hawk set the water goblet in front of his grandfather.
Granddad drank half, then slid the glass to Grandmom. “For you, lovey.”
As she drained the glass, Hawk locked eyes with Addison. His grandparents shared everything, they looked out for each other. They were each other’s entire world. That was the kind of relationship he wanted, but would never have.
Addison’s lips curved upward, before she turned toward Grandmom. “How’d your vegetable garden turn out?”
“Oh, I’m so glad you reminded me,” Grandmom replied. “I have two big basketfuls of tomatoes. After the reception, you can help me pass them out.”
