“You thinking about little Monsters?” Demon arched an eyebrow.
“Problem with that is, knowing my luck, they’d be little Pans.” They both laughed. “’Side’s need a woman for that first.”
“Old ladies have a way of creeping up on you when you least expect it.” Demon clapped him on the shoulder and continued his way through the bar.
Chase sank down in the stool beside him.
Her pursed lips and narrowed eyes told him she was hot about something. He glanced around.
“She’s talking to Gia.” Chase answered his unasked question. She waved the bartender over. “Give me something cold and in a bottle, darling.” The words rolled off her tongue.
The way she spoke to women always left Monster wondering if she was into women. Maybe I’m not the only one interested in Symone. “I think everyone in here tonight heard, thanks to Lefty.”
Chase chuckled. “Figures.”
“You two seem tight. What’s the story between them?”
“You’d have to ask her yourself.”
“Come on, she’s not the easiest person to get to know.”
“All the best ones are, Monster.” The bartender returned with the beer. “Thank you,” Chase said. She took a swig of her beer and sighed. “What’s the deal with you anyway? I can’t recall you ever showing this much interest in any woman.”
Monster shrugged.
“‘Cause I’m telling you now, she’s been through enough. If you’re looking to hit and quit it you need to keep fucking with these biker bunnies.”
“So, you’re her keeper now, or something more?”
Chase grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Kind of. Just wondering if you’re staking your claim.”
“Not yet. But if you don’t get the lead out, maybe I will.”
“I never said I wanted to.”
“Right.” She cast him a look of disbelief and took another draw of her long neck. “Either way, I suggest you prepare yourself, because here she comes.”
Monster tensed.
“Everything okay, girl?” Chase asked, smoothly changing gears.
“Yeah, we’re good now.”
“You look like you could use a beer.” Chase scooted over to the stool to her left and patted the vacated spot beside him. “Have a seat. Monster won’t bite.”
Symone’s eyes were full of curiosity.
Plus, he thought he saw a dash of caution. The lack of fear pleased him. He gave her a small smile and a nod.
Her shoulders relaxed.
“A beer for my girl here, please,” Chase called.
The term my girl didn’t sit well with Monster. Frowning, he glanced down at the counter to keep his annoyance to himself.
The bartender set a beer in front of Symone. Monster reached out and grabbed it, glaring at the bartender who was intent on insulting her. She’d receive the same respect as old ladies and non whores. “You don’t open your own beers here.” He twisted off the cap.