“Me, too.”Silas’s murmured comment drew laughter from the men in the room.
“Another pool party it is.As soon as the dickless wonder you dated in New York goes home.”Tobi gave Fallon a quick hug before whispering in a voice loud enough to be heard down the hall, “Your taste in men has improved exponentially since you moved to Texas.Carson and Silas are good men.They’ll treat you right.You have friends here, Fallon—and we’re keeping you.”Carson was holding Fallon, so he wasn’t able to give the vivacious blonde the hug she deserved, but Silas didn’t miss the opportunity.
Silas thanked Tobi for her kind words and for her friendship.Feeling she was a part of a circle of friends would go a long way to ensure Fallon’s happiness.Silas released Tobi to Kent, who leaned close, speaking low enough Carson couldn’t hear what he was saying.Whatever Kent shared hadn’t set well with Silas, his expression darkened as the two men moved into the hall.Carson looked down to see Fallon staring into space.Her eyes were open but unfocused.Whatever Silas gave her was hitting her harder than anyone expected.
“Come on, Cher.Let’s go upstairs and get you something to eat before we kick back for a bit.”He laughed to himself at the loopy grin she gave him.
“Can we make tacos?I heard Tex-Mex is different from the Mexican food in New York.I thought maybe there would be little mini tacos at the pool party since they had margaritas, but… oh, those drinks were so potent.Do you think there is any left?I would like to have some with the tacos.I’d like to get a look at the vial Silas used to see if I can still have a frozen margarita.Do you think the print is really small?If it’s too small, I might not be able to read it until the drug wears off.”She giggled like a schoolgirl before shrugging.“That seems silly, doesn’t it?If I wait for my eyesight to focus, I won’t need to read the label.Damn, why does everything always have to be a Catch-22?”
“I think it’s safe to assume you shouldn’t add alcohol to the mix.”Carson made a quick call to his favorite Mexican food restaurant, ordering enough food to feed a small army.Promising the college students working the late shift a hefty bonus if they delivered the meal quickly, Carson bet they were at the gate in record time.
“You ordered food?That’s so sweet.Why didn’t you let me wear panties?”Jax McDonald snorted a laugh before letting Carson know he’d be accompanying them upstairs.Carson set Fallon on her feet, surprised when she remained steady.“Let’s go upstairs.I’m hungry.Do you think we can make tacos?”Both men laughed as they led her the short distance to the elevator.