Except this “brother” isn’t actually related to me.
Collin sets the mugs down in front of Tweedledee and Tweedledum and asks, “Which one of you is driving?”
“I am,” Quinn replies, taking a sip of his beer. “This’ll be my only drink.”
“I can drive,” Camden insists. “We brought my truck.”
“I’m not driving,” I mutter, taking another sip of my margarita.
“I’ll drive.”
We all look back and find Cade standing behind us, hands on his hips.
“Oh, look! Big brother’s here,” Camden chirps, lifting his beer in salute. “And he’s DD.”
He pulls out the stool Quinn is sitting on and motions for him to move. Quinn does, grabbing his drink and walking over to the empty seat beside Camden. Instead of Cade taking the stool he vacated, he helps Oaklee sit on it and presses his lips to hers before spinning her forward to face the bar.
“Hi,” she says to me, a big smile on her face.
“Hey,” I reply, feeling a bit more content now that Oaklee is here. Both of the twin brothers hit the girlfriend lottery when they met Lizzie and Oaklee.
“Ohh, what’s that?” she asks, pointing to my glass.
“Peach margarita with an extra shot. There was even a peach slice on the top that was soaked in tequila,” I tell her, taking another pull from the straw.
“Yep, I’m getting that, but without the extra shot. I’ll be falling down before I’m even halfway done with it,” she says with a giggle.
“My brother would never let you fall,” I insist, glancing over to the stool Cade has pulled out on the right side of Quinn and sits on.
“No, he wouldn’t,” Oaklee agrees. To Collin, she says, “I’ll have a peach margarita too, but without the extra kick.”
Collin runs a bar towel over the hardwood around us, wiping up what little condensation might have fallen onto the bar top since our arrival. “I suppose Lizzie needs to make yours too?”
“Yes,” I immediately respond, turning my attention to Oaklee. “She makes a better margarita than this ugly guy.”
Oaklee giggles and tries to hide it. “I’m not laughing because you’re ugly, Collin.”
He gives me a deadpan look. “I’d hope not, considering I look rather similar to the guy you’re dating.”
She flashes a wide grin. “He’s pretty sexy, isn’t he?”
“Gross,” I mutter, shivering in disgust at the thought of any of my brothers being labeled sexy.
Normally, Quinn would be firmly planted in that category too, but for some reason, I find myself glancing to my right. My eyes seek him out, entirely on their own. He’s still on the same side of the L-shaped bar as me, right before it turns and heads ninety-degrees across the room. While I don’t have a great view of him, I catch his profile.
Has his jaw always been that square and strong?
And what is going on with that dark matting of stubble?
Why in the hell does it looks so fucking sexy?
He cracks his neck and shifts in his seat. I notice the way he straightens his back, as if it’s bothering him, and he’s trying to find a position that gives him a bit of relief. I return my attention to my drink before someone notices my attention is somewhere it’s not supposed to be. Even though there’s definitely a bigger kick in my glass, I chug the contents and empty the glass.
“Damn, girl,” Oaklee mutters as Lizzie delivers her drink.
“Did you just chug that?” Lizzie asks, bewildered.
I nod, closing my eyes. “Brain freeze.” The two ladies both giggle as I reach for the glass of water Collin delivered and sip greedily.
