Rafe shrugs his broad shoulders. “What, you expected him to send Adrian? He’s not going to send his best guys and leave his own business unprotected. You know what a paranoid motherfucker he is.”
Wide-eyed, Alec objects. “Are you serious? I brought my guys out here to help you assholes; you want to be a little appreciative?”
“I think you should apologize to Laurel,” Rafe suggests.
Sin nods, leaning back in his chair. “Sounds good to me. You apologize to her, then we’ll be nicer to you.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Alec demands.
I smirk, crossing my arms over my chest. “They’re not. I’m waiting.”
Alec laughs lowly, shaking his head. “I’m glad to see this family is as fucking crazy in Vegas as Chicago.”
“That didn’t sound like an apology to me,” Rafe says with a mock-grimace.
Sin nods his agreement. “Decidedly not an apology. And we asked so nicely.”
Rafe taps his black eye. “See this, Alec? Know how I got it?”
I don’t know where he’s going with this. Surely he’s not going to admit Sin just beat his ass yesterday, right?
Alec shrugs like he’s not sure why he should care.
“Pissed Laurel off and didn’t apologize fast enough. She’ll punch you right in the face. You want to join my club?”
That makes me snort. Rafe looks back at me and winks with his good eye. Damn him. I probably won’t be able to hate him forever.
Alec rolls his eyes. “This clearly means a lot more to you people than it does to me. Laurel, I apologize profusely for not falling madly in love and marrying you after our half-date. I don’t know what I was thinking. I will live the rest of my days in miserable regret.”
I nod my head. “I accept your incredibly insincere apology. I still don’t like you though.”
Alec waves me off, taking his seat. “Whatever. Let’s get back to work before I change my mind about helping you dickheads and go back home.”
I smile, feeling a little more cheerful now and grab the coffee
pot. I didn’t make Rafe any breakfast, but now I pour him some coffee and take it over to him.
“I get coffee?” he asks, as I hold out the mug to him.
“Baby steps,” I tell him.
He smiles faintly and nods his head, taking a sip of my peace offering. I retrieve the pot and take it around the table, topping off cups to empty the pot so I can make more. I’m all out by the time I get to Sin.
I put the coffee pot down on the table and straddle him. Then I drape my arms around his neck, and his hands move to my ass. “Can I help you with something?” he asks.
“I ran out of coffee. I can’t refill your cup.”
“How will I survive?” he inquires.
“I thought I’d make up for it with kisses.”
He smirks at me. “You just wanted kisses. You probably dumped the coffee so you had an excuse.”
“I would do that, but since we have 85 men here today, I didn’t have to. Anyway, about this kiss situation. Am I allowed to kiss you when you’re working?”
“In this setting, yes. If I have my gun out, maybe wait until later.”
“Good,” I murmur, leaning in to steal a kiss. His grip on me tightens and he tugs me close, one of his hands roaming down to cup my ass. He gives it a squeeze, briefly deepening the kiss before pulling back.