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My mother looked back at Jacob, and my eyes widened. Was she fucking serious? Did she really think he was going to buy her another drink?
“The bartender asked you a question. Did you hear it?” Adam asked.
My mother’s jaw dropped to the floor as I bent behind the bar and started to laugh.
“That’s not fucking funny,” my mother said.
“I didn’t know if you could hear the woman over the crowd,” Adam said.
“Why the fuck are you charging me for drinks now?” my mother asked. “I’ve been getting them free for years!”
“And that stops tonight,” Lindy said. “Tab or cash?”
“Neither. Now give me a damn shot,” my mother said.
“I’ll open you a tab,” Lindy said.
“Fine. Put it under my daughter’s name,” she said.
I popped back up from underneath the bar and hooked my gaze with hers, fury pounding in my ears.
“Hmm, that doesn’t sound like a motherly thing to do,” Tyler said.
“No, it sure doesn’t,” Tanner added.
I watched my mother look from one twin to the other, then back to me, her eyes flashing wildly. “I deserve it, for everything I did for you,” she hissed.
“Everything as in forcing her to clean up after you puked all over the house at twelve? Or everything as in leaving her alone for days at a time while you got hammered and fucked strangers?” Lindy piped in, anger adding edge to her normally cheery voice.
I slowly panned my gaze over to my best friend as all five of the brother’s gazes went stone-cold. Their playfulness had vanished, and their cute little quips were gone. I could feel the tension growing between all of us as my mother huffed.
“Another shot, please,” my mother said.
“You can put it on my tab.”
I looked over at the person who owned that voice. Who the fuck was about to fuel my mother’s rage? My eyes locked onto some little boy clutching a massive glass of beer, his eyes raking my mother up and down. I looked back at my mother and saw her eyes shimmering as she licked her lips.
“Good to see you again, Gracie,” the young man said.
“Hey there, Scottie. You really gonna get that drink for me?”
My mother scooted away from the Grove brothers and made a beeline for the young man at the corner of the bar.
“Of course, hot stuff. You party hard. You deserve your drinks,” he said.
I scoffed and shook my head as Lindy poured my mother another shot.
“One shot of whiskey, coming up,” she said.
“And put it on his tab,” my mother said.
“I’m sure she got it the first time, Mom,” I said.
But all she did in response was glare at me.
I rolled my eyes as Lindy slid her the shot. I sighed as my mother threw it back, then slammed the glass onto the bar. She hopped up into the young man’s lap and wrapped her lips around his, their tongues battling for dominance as the bar filled with smoke. I rolled my eyes again and switched places with Lindy, who gave me a pat on the shoulder for strength.
“So? That’s the mom,” Adam said.
