Vivian sends me an evil-sweet look only she can pull off, Nate smirks, and Cris bats mascaraed eyelashes like a cherub with a pitchfork.
I slide a derisive glare to Nate. “Does Archer know?”
Nate’s eyes go over my shoulder and he grins. “Ask him yourself. What’s up, Arch?”
“Do I know about what?”
“Benji and the life coach,” Nate says, as easy as you please.
Now let’s get one thing straight, I don’t care what my brothers say about me and Cris. But I do care what Cris thinks about her reputation where they are concerned. I don’t need them dabbling outside her comfort zone, especially with what we have planned tonight. Luckily, Archer doesn’t let me down.
“How you doing, Cris? Tell me you haven’t taken to shacking up with this idiot.” He flicks his gaze at me, and his lips twitch in what might be an attempt at a smile. He’s one stoic son of a bitch.
“Men,” Vivian huffs, rolling her eyes. “Cris and I will be at the bar refreshing our champagne.”
Vivian’s glass of champagne is full but Cris could use one.
“See you.” Cris waves at us collectively, but her red-lipped smile is just for me.
“I could use another scotch,” I murmur to my brothers as the ladies walk away.
“I bet.” Nate laughs. “You two.”
“It’s about damn time,” Archer says.
If they had any idea what it was “about time” for Cris to do, they’d be shocked down to their shiny shoes.