“Please, don’t ever be a gentleman,” I replied, reaching up to touch his cheek. Turning my attention back to the other occupants, I froze. Barrett and Flynn were both staring at us.
Colt took his seat next to me and then placed the black linen napkin across his lap.
“Your boys arrived,” Flynn said. “They’re currently drinking some of my best scotch in the club.”
“Club? What club?” I asked.
“There’s a burlesque club attached to the hotel,” Flynn explained. “There’s also a rooftop Whiskey Room—but I think that’s better suited for later this evening when you want discuss business.”
“You brought your sister to Dallas for a night out and now she’s stuck with a bunch of rowdy bikers in a burlesque club?” I glanced at Colt. “How is that a good idea?”
“She’ll be fine.”
“You didn’t tell me he was bringing his sister,” Barrett said, looking to her husband.
His gaze swiveled to her. “I didn’t know I was supposed to.”
“Joni’s fine,” Colt stated.
“I’m checking on her after dinner,” I said. “Besides, I want to see this burlesque club.”
“I’ll be glad to show it to you,” Barrett said.
“What rare delicacy are you going to force me to eat?” Colt demanded.
“Duck,” Barrett announced.
“Did Duncan shoot it?”
“No,” Flynn replied, amused.
“Duncan is Flynn’s best friend—and surrogate brother,” Barrett said. “Who happens to also be married to my best friend.”
“Tight knit family, huh?” I asked.
“Very,” Barrett said with a wink.
“How is Duncan? And Ash,” Colt added.
“Good. Got their hands full with the bairns.”
“And Ramsey? How’s he doin’?”
“Ramsey is Ramsey.” Flynn shrugged.
“Ramsey is?” I pressed.
“Duncan’s younger brother,” Flynn said to me.
“Is it too late to ask for a diagram of the family tree?”
Barrett laughed. “It’s hard when you don’t have faces to go with the names.”
There was a knock on the door and Flynn called out, “Come in.”
The door opened and two servers in formal clothing pushed in a cart.
“Butternut ginger soup with a crème fraîche garnish,” one server said as his companion poured a light, almost clear white wine.