It’s at that moment the server swings past. “Y’all doing okay? Can I grab you another round?”
And then Beau’s eyes light up like a kid on Christmas.
“Yeah.” He pulls a twenty-dollar bill out of his wallet and places it in the middle of the table. “I will give you another one of those for every ultra-girly milk-based beverage you take over to my brother.”
The server’s eyes widen. And so do mine.
Jasper holds a fist up over his lips and his shoulders shake. “Put an umbrella in it.”
Beau’s not done though. “And announce to the table that the drink is from his future wife and that she knows this is his favorite.”
My jaw drops as I stare at Beau. “What are you doing?”
“Pissing him off enough to drag him away from that table for you.”
I laugh. This is not the plan I had in mind. Boys.
The server nibbles at her lip, staring down at the cash as she hugs the brown plastic tray to her chest. “Is this a trick?”
“No, Bailey,” Beau answers, his voice softening. “This has nothing to do with you. All in good fun.”
She turns wide eyes on him, looking particularly young in this moment. Though I know to work in the bar, she has to be at least eighteen. “Okay. Fine.”
And with that, she swipes the cash off the table and scurries away.