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“Probably does that twenty times a night, sweetheart.”
And now I wanted to rip out his tonsils.
I turned around and stabbed his chest with my finger. Wow, nothing moved under there.Focus. “Thanks. Now you’re just being an asshole tome.I’m cute, dammit. Maybe he was flirting.”
“A girl like you doesn’t need some player waiter looking to get under your skirt.”
“I’m not wearing a skirt. It’s a dress.”
“Same difference. But hey, if that’s what you’re into.”
I swiveled my head toward Rachel and Clay, who were plowing their way through my nachos and watching us as if we were a sitcom. “Why is this your best friend?”
Clay shrugged as he scooped up another load of jalapeños and guacamole. “Can’t get rid of him.”
Ransom finished his beer in two long gulps. “I’ll get out of here and let you three have some time.”
“You don’t need to do that.” Rachel grabbed a napkin and came around the table. “We want you to stay. Get to know my sister since you guys will be doing a lot of best man and maid of honor stuff together for the wedding.”
I literally watched Ransom’s face go stony.
“Is it so abhorrent to walk me down the aisle?”
Well,thatcame out wrong.
His eyebrow arched into the rafters. Arctic gray eyes stared at me unblinkingly.
“You know what I mean.”
“Speaking of walking down the aisle, did you get your fitting done yet?” Rachel chirped.
Ransom’s head dropped back. “No.”
“Told you, man,” Clay mumbled around some chips.
Rach twirled around. “Told him what?”
Clay stuffed a loaded chip in his mouth.
Taking pity on him, I swiped a trio of discarded darts off the table. “How about one game? If you still want to go, then we’ll endeavor to survive without you.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “You play?”
“A bit.” I sort of was the queen of darts at the bar near my apartment—ex-apartment.
He took the darts from me. “I’m blue.”
I wrinkled my nose at his retreating back, but I grabbed the red darts.
Clay hooked an arm around the back of his chair, interest lighting his patrician face. The two men couldn’t have been more different. Clay looked like a suit even when he wasn’t wearing one and Ransom screamed some sort of military or security with his watchful gaze.
Well, except when it came to me. His eyes barely grazed over me—he actually seemed to be activelynotlooking at me. I resisted the urge to check my armpit. It had been a lot of driving, but I’d washed up and changed before I left Clay’s cabin-slash-mansion.
Whatever. I didn’t care.
I shrugged out of my denim jacket and tossed it at my sister. Ransom’s jawline tightened as I turned back around to him. My navy maxidress floated around my ankles. The sleeves were long and flowy and the whole thing was dotted with sparkly navy stars on a matching sheer background. It had a few layers so there was nothing revealing about it, but it was loose and comfortable—and hid the fact that I was more leggy than curvy.
“Problem?”
