“I haven’t been back long. Besides, before I left you’d have kicked my ass out,” she said.
“Damn right. I don’t have underage drinkers here. It gets rowdy enough with my old eyes. I’ve seen some deranged shit in my time.”
She couldn’t help laughing.
“We’ll take two beers,” Cathy said.
“You meeting Brice here?” Bobby asked.
“Yep.”
“Are you two ever going to be a couple?”
“Probably not. We’re more of friends all the way,” Cathy said.
“She’s going to corrupt you.” Bobby pointed at Raven, giving her a warning.
She chuckled. “I’m sure I can handle it.”
She’d never been corrupted, not in her life. It would be nice to actually know what corrupted felt like. She was so lame.
Taking the bottle, she went to pay, but Bobby held his hand up. “It’s a pleasure to see your face around her, Raven. Tonight, drinks for you are on the house, and Cathy here.”
“Aw, thank you.”
“Don’t mention it. My wife went to the bakery the other day, and got me a slice of that chocolate fudge cake you made. If I was younger, I’d marry you right now. Damn fine cake. Some man is going to be lucky whoever claims you.”
“He sure is.”
Raven tensed up as she became aware of the presence behind her. Drew spoke over her head, placing a hand on her hip.
“I forgot to mention, Drew’s coming with him,” Cathy said.
Before Raven could say anything, Cathy was gone along with Brice.
“Beer please, Bobby,” Drew said.
“Coming right up.”
A second later, a beer was handed to Drew, and his thick, muscular arm appeared right in front of her. The ink that she’d spotted earlier today was highlighted against his tanned skin. The tribal ink looked mightily fierce, and she found herself licking her lips.
When she couldn’t stay in the same position, she turned around, and noticed Drew’s hand never left her body. She moved, and his hand glided across her stomach and rested on her hip.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said.
“You’re here.”
“Yep.”
“Did you know I was going to be here?”
“Yep.”
She took a sip of her beer, not knowing what to do. Glancing around the bar, she noticed that some people were looking their way. Biting her lip, she stared down at the neck of her bottle.
“Do you want to make me uncomfortable?”
“Not at all. I wanted that chance to talk to you when neither of us has work waiting, and neither of us are at risk of being interrupted.”