Mia smiled up at him. “Sorry. I’m just really excited about tequila.”
“Where’s Tank?” I asked Allison.
“With Torque,” she said. “I left them on the couch—Tank passed out on Torque’s chest.”
“Gah, I love when Scarlett sleeps on Colt,” Mia said. “So damn adorable.”
“Hey, sorry to hear about your window,” Darcy said to me. “We would’ve reached out sooner, but Slash asked us to back off for a bit so we didn’t overwhelm you.”
“Yeah. We can be overwhelming.” Mia winked.
“Speak for yourself. I’m like a basket of kittens,” Joni said.
“Thanks.” I bit my lip. “Can I ask a question?”
“Sure,” Darcy said.
“Should I have insisted on filing a report? I mean, Slash didn’t want me to, and I kind of let him handle the situation. I saw the security feed, but there was nothing substantial to identify anyone.”
Darcy looked at Mia, and it was Mia who replied, “Did you feel steamrolled? About not filing a report?”
“No.”
“Okay.” Mia nodded. “I guess it’s pretty clear that we don’t—ah—get the cops involved unless we absolutely have to.”
“Because of the club?” I pressed.
She nodded.
Our server returned with our drinks and a few bowls of chips.
“You mind if we order?” Joni asked. “I’m starving.”
They rattled off their orders while I took a moment with the menu. When the server came to me, I asked for cheese enchiladas in blue corn tortillas.
“Good choice. My favorite.” He took our menus and departed.
I hadn’t forgotten where we’d left off on our conversation. “Slash and I sort of had a row.”
Curious eyes turned to me.
“Did you have hot make-up sex?” Joni asked eagerly.
My cheeks heated and I cleared my throat. “No. He’s out of town.”
Mia smirked. “I know what you did.”
“Oh, me too.” Linden giggled. “Boxer is king of dirty texts.”
I gulped my lemonade. “Told you I wish I had liquid courage.”
“Sorry,” Darcy said with a teasing smile. “We talk pretty openly about things.”
“I’m glad about that,” I said. “Truly.”
“So you guys had a row,” Linden repeated.
“About what?” Joni asked.