Reaper was tempted to go back outside. He would rather be out there than stuck playing referee between Viper and the two women. But when Viper sent him a glare to stop the women—as Ginny picked out a tequila bottle—he walked over to stand with the brothers. He may be curious as to what the women wanted with all that alcohol, but he already knew it was going to be a losing batter to prevent Killyama from taking what she wanted. The clever woman was smart enough to know that without Ginny with her, Viper would never have let her take them. Viper was outgunned.
“Ginny, what are you doing?”
Ginny held the tequila bottle closer to her chest. “You’re back! I was just getting ready to text you!”
Reaper shoved his hands in his pockets. “You’ve had all day to answer my texts, and you’re now ready to respond to them?”
Ginny frowned. “You texted me? I must have missed it. The girls have a sleepover once a month at Sex Piston’s house.” Giving him an excited grin, she placed the bottle of liquor in the grocery bag. “This is the first one I’ve been able to go to.”
“Didn’t you learn a lesson yesterday? It isn’t safe—”
Raising her hand, Ginny lifted a finger one by one while call out names. “Stud, Calder, Dalton, Train, and Cade will be there. The guys stay upstairs when the girls stay for the night. Stud was going to invite you, but I told him that you were going out tonight with Silas and Greer. He said you’re welcome next month.”
When Ginny bent down to gather more supplies, Reaper was about to go around the corner to see what she was doing when cans of sodas began appearing. When the ginger ales began forming their own roll, Reaper had to press Viper back down on the stool.
Seeing that he wasn’t stopping Ginny and Killyama from the pilfering, the brothers turned their gazes to Train, who was playing pool with Razer. “Killy, Viper stocked the bar for the party tonight,” Train yelled over.
“Thanks, Viper.” Killyama popped one of the ginger ales to take a drink, eyeballing her husband who had quickly turned back to his pool game. “Sex Piston, Crazy Bitch, and T.A. thank you, too.”
Ginny popped back up. “You forgot to include me.”
“Bitch, you’ve got a tongue; thank himself yourself.”
Ginny started placing the sodas in the bag with the bottles. “Thanks, Viper. We really appreciate you letting us take party supplies. I was going to go to the store, but time got away from me. When I go, I’ll rebuy what we’re taking.”
“When are you going to the store?” Jewell asked, leaning over the bar to see what Ginny had placed in the bag.
Ginny zipped the bag closed. “Tomorrow. I need to restock my brothers’ groceries, so I’ll just throw in what I’m borrowing from you guys. I’ll keep the empty bottles, so I remember which liquors to replace.”
“Why do you need so much alcohol? Two of the women are pregnant,” Reaper questioned, studying Ginny closely.
“Just Trudy.” Killyama pulled another bottle of alcohol from the rack on the wall, placing it proprietary in the crook of her arm. “Mine was a false alarm. I didn’t expect Ginny to go blabbing it to Train before I could take a test.”
Ginny made a comical face at her. “Admit it; you used it as an excuse not to get the pot stickers.”
A buzzing had Ginny taking her phone from an outside pocket of the grocery bag. Reading the message, she then placed the phone back. “Trudy is here. Gavin, do you mind taking this bag down to the car for us?”
Internally groaning, Reaper used the strap to pick the bag up and nearly dropped it when he lifted it.
“You need me to do it?”
Reaper searched for the brother who made the muttered offer. They all suddenly seemed interested in playing cards as he walked the girls to the door.
Seeing they were heading out, Train gave his pool stick to Rider.
Letting the women go ahead of him, Reaper motioned for Train to go next, and when he reached his side, Reaper shoved an elbow into his stomach and handed the bag to Train.
He almost fell down twice. His legs felt like jelly. Promising himself to return back to his regular workout routine, he took another painful step, annoyed he’d had to take such a long break during his time on the Island.
At the car, his fingers tightened on Ginny’s elbow to prevent her from getting into the Lincoln Navigator. Reaper wanted to flip off the fucker behind the wheel. “How many expensive cars does Dalton have?”
Missing the snide edge to his voice, Ginny said, “I don’t know. You want me to ask?”
Reaper turned her until her back was to the group inside Dalton’s car. “Why didn’t you tell me last night that you’re staying the night with the girls?”