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“Quit mooning over her. You had no shot with that girl,” Wolf insisted.
“I had a shot.”
“You were chasing her through the parking garage. That’s not a shot, that’s a felony.”
“Whatever.” Green turned to Red Dog. “You think I had a shot, right?”
Red Dog looked over at him with a blank face. “I’m sorry, I got bored and drifted off.”
Wolf snickered.
“Green, you got a better chance of drainin’ the Mississippi with a straw,” Cole put in.
Red Dog chuckled, and then looked up, the newscast on a TV above the bar catching his attention.
We begin with breaking news out of Washoe County. Starks Police are investigating what they believe could be a homicide. Investigators responded to a house on Valley View Drive. Officers found one man dead inside the home. They aren’t revealing the cause of death.
“I’ll tell you his cause of death…his own fucking stupidity,” Red Dog commented under his breath.
Cole grunted in response as the bartender delivered his Bloody Mary. Damn, every time he was away from Angel, drinking one of these made him feel close to her. He pulled out his cell and texted Angel a picture of his drink. A moment later, his cell vibrated with an incoming text. He looked down, smiling as he read it. I always knew you were a big tease!
Cole chuckled and texted back. Miss you, Mama.
Miss you, too, lover.
He typed back. One more day.
Hurry home tomorrow, promise?
He smiled and typed. Gunnin’ my engine. Blowin’ every light.
I love you! XOXO
Love u 2, Babe
He laid his phone on the bar and pulled the celery stalk out of his glass, taking a bite. He nodded to the news report on the television. “You cleaned up, right?” he asked Red Dog.
Dog looked over at him. “You really gotta ask me that?”
“No, I guess not,” Cole agreed with a grin.
“I tell you I lost that job down at the tire store?” Green interrupted, taking a hit off his beer.
“Really?” Cole asked.
“Yep, hell, I’m one paycheck from sliding out of the middle-class.”
“Hate to tell you, Green, but I think you took that slide last year,” Red Dog informed him.
“My sister talked me into applying for a job down at the post office. But I ain’t heard nothin’ yet.”
Wolf grinned and replied, “Maybe they’re only hiring women, minorities, and people who aren’t distracted by shiny objects.”
Red Dog almost snorted his beer out his nose at that remark.
As Shannon and Crash walked into the bar, a low wolf whistle pierced the air. She turned to see the guys sitting at the bar, their eyes roving up and down her.
“Damn,” Red Dog said. Then his eyes met hers, and he added, “And I mean that in a good way.”
