He made a low growling sound in his throat. “You guys could try lunch there. Or a girls’ night. You all like going out together.”
“It’s more of a date night kind of place.” Wren leaned closer and gave him a smile. “I like date nights with you.”
His expression softened, and Wren felt a twinge of guilt for using his inability to resist her to get her hands on the seitan cutlets she’d seen on the website link Cait had sent her.
“Then we’ll go,” he said, his gaze locked with hers. “I guess I’ll try anything once.”
“Why don’t you try telling this idiot how to play pool?” Aidan called over. “Or come take over for me so I can go visit my wife at the bar?”
“I’m good,” Grant said.
“You’d rather sit on that chair than take over this game so I can go see my pregnant wife?” Aidan shook his head. “I thought you were a good guy, Cutter.”
Grant laughed, but he stood up. “You’re such an asshole. Hey, Wren, you want to learn to shoot pool?”
“Not really.” She was probably too tired to hold the stick up, but when he gave her that aw, come on look, she set her drink down and stood. Apparently she couldn’t resist him, either. “Just for a few minutes.”
Cait stood, too. “I’ll take over for Gavin, so you don’t have him barking at you from across the table.”
“I wouldn’t bark at Wren,” Gavin said, but he handed the cue to Cait. Then he winked at Wren. “You should know we just like the part where the women bend over the table.”
They all laughed, and then Grant did his best to show her how to play the game. She was competitive, so she didn’t like not being able to do it, but her hands were small and she had a lot of trouble controlling the cue once she decided to make her shot.
But she kept trying until both guys winced at a bad hit. Grant walked over and kissed her, using the distraction to take the pool cue out of her hand. “If we rip the felt, Tommy might throw us out.”
She tried to stifle a yawn and failed. “Right now, being thrown out of here isn’t much of a threat.”
“We’ll get out of here.” He was about to put the cue stick back on the rack when Aiden reappeared with a soda and a basket of nachos.
“You lose already?”
Grant flipped him off. “We’re heading out. Wren had a long day and we’ve all got to get up for work tomorrow.”
“I’ll let you know when we can get away for a double date night,” Cait said.
Gavin groaned. “Tell me it’s not the vegan place.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” Cait told him, and Wren couldn’t tell, but it looked like her hand might be on his ass.
“I’ll try anything once, I guess.”
“Good answer,” Grant said. “No rush on scheduling that, though. We haven’t been here, all four of us together, enough times yet.”
Wren slid her arm around Grant’s waist. “I can’t wait to try those seitan cutlets, though.”
His fingertips slid under the hem of her shirt, just enough to touch skin. “I guess we don’t have to wait. Whenever.”
She stood on her toes to reward him with a quick kiss. “I’ll make it up to you.”
* * *
After they’d said their goodbyes, they went over to the bar and Wren grabbed their coats while Grant waited for Lydia, who was probably out back, to show up at the register.
His mind was running through the possible ways Wren could make it up to him in bed, so he wasn’t really paying attention to the far corner of the bar, where Tommy and Fitzy were holding court, until he heard him speak.
“You gonna stick around this time, girl, or what?”
Grant froze as Tommy’s voice carried across the bar. The man was talking to Wren, but he may as well have been talking to everybody at Kincaid’s. He’d brought her here for some company and a beer—which he was currently paying for—not to be interrogated by a guy who wouldn’t know a functional relationship if it bit him in the ass.
