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Ramsay stayed, leaned against my truck, bit into his sandwich, and watched me and Quinn like we were a TV show.
I raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
He swallowed a bite. “Don’t mind me.”
“Tierney’s made you nosy.”
The big Scot shrugged. “Just sticking around in case I need to break up a fight.”
“And why would there be a fight?” I turned to Quinn. “Is there going to be a fight?”
“Nope.” Quinn unwrapped his sandwich and leaned against my truck beside Ramsay to eat.
My belly growled, so I took out my sub too and settled next to Quinn. We all ate in silence for a minute or so. Then I asked, “So, is that it, then? Are we cool?”
“Depends. What are your intentions?”
I tensed. “What do you think they are?”
“Well, I hope it means you’ve finally pulled your head out of your arse.”
I wished people would stop saying that.
Ramsay grunted in amusement from Quinn’s other side.
“Cameron and I are together. It’s serious. I’m serious about her. This is it for me.” I studied him for a reaction.
Quinn studied me right back. “About fucking time.” He took another massive bite out of his roast beef and mustard sandwich, catching a drop of mustard on his chin before chewing like I hadn’t just announced my plans to spend the rest of my life with his wee sister.
“Is that it?”
Quinn shook his head. “Nah.”
I waited, tense.
He raised his sandwich. “I asked for the ham hock.”
“I thought this tasted weird for beef,” Ramsay murmured. “I’ve got yours.” He held out his half-massacred sub.
“Well, I’m no’ fucking wanting it now. You have your gnashers all over it. Some of us don’t find that as appealing as your wife.”
Ramsay scowled. “Like I wanted your saliva on my ham hock.”
I snorted loudly.
“You’re a child,” Ramsay huffed.
Quinn let out a delayed bark of laughter, which set me off again.
Ramsay gave a beleaguered shake of his head. “Arseholes.”
“You love us really.” I reached behind Quinn to pat Ramsay on his shoulder.
He cut me a dark look that only made me laugh harder.
Quinn’s shoulders shook with silent laughter.
Still grinning, I bit into my sandwich as we stared out at the water in amused, companionable silence.
