“Cruel,” Grayson says with a shake of his head.
“He earned an airhorn on the toilet seat when he tweeted it was no pants day at the pub.” Hailey is quick to defend Pops.
Grayson’s eyes widen. “I was wondering why there was a bunch of pantless men here. Good thing I don’t have Twitter.”
Wally barges out of the restroom. His jeans are wet like he had himself an accident. I bite my tongue to stop myself from laughing out loud. He marches toward us.
“Where’s your father?” He glares at Hailey. “I’m going to kill him.”
“Probably shouldn’t mention your plan to commit murder in front of an officer of the law,” Aiden suggests as he strolls toward us.
Aiden is a police detective. He’d never tell on the uncles, but he sure likes to threaten to squeal on them whenever he’s worried they’re getting out of hand.
He gets right up in Wally’s face. “And if you glare at my woman again, we’re having words.”
Hailey pulls Aiden away from Wally. “And if you call me your woman again, you’re sleeping with the dogs.”
“Good thing Leroy’s potty trained.” I slap my hands against my cheeks in mock surprise. “Oh wait. He’s not.”
“No comments from the cheap seats,” Aiden says before securing Hailey’s hand in his and leading her away. Wally follows them grumbling the entire time. I’m sure he’s already planning another prank.
“I guess the fun’s over. I better find my man before he starts up a search party.” Phoebe waves as she leaves.
She’s not joking. Since she was kidnapped, Ryker is super protective of her. I’m surprised he let her walk to the restroom by herself.
“We good?” Grayson asks once we’re alone in the hallway again.
I force a smile on my face. “Yep. Perfectly peachy.”
I’m a big fat liar. Nothing is peachy. Lusting after your friend is the definition of not peachy. What’s the opposite of peachy? Whatever it is, that’s what I am.