We hadn’t talked about what happened with Lyric after I’d asked him to bring her home. That wasn’t something I wanted to do over the phone. In our circle, you had to be good at reading between the lines and hearing the words that were never actually spoken.
He looked back at me, his eyes dark and his tone deep and serious. “So, we’re good?”
I met his stare. “We’re good.”
Chandler straightened back up and motioned for another beer. “But man, Lincoln Hunt—"
I pinned him with a glare. “Not here.” I looked across the room and smiled at my father, who was watching our conversation with an intense expression on his face. I glanced back at Chandler. “Another time.”
He grabbed his beer from the bartender. “Got it.”
I finished my beer then set the bottle on the bar. The bartender was quick to pop the top and hand me another one.
Chandler leaned back and propped his elbows on the bar behind him as he scanned the room. “Have you talked to her? Tatum, I mean.”
“Nah.”Not yet.I pushed off the bar. “I’m going to make my rounds, then we’re going to head out.” I smiled at him. “And bywe, I mean we’re going our separate ways as soon as we’re outside.”
Chandler grinned back at me. “You got somewhere else to be?”
I took a long pull from the beer, finishing it off then placing the empty bottle on the bar. “As a matter of fact, I do.”