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I trade a look with Harry. The smile on his face says it all. He’s in, so I am too. “I’ll do my best to be the best man out of the bunch, Bane.”
“Good.” Kavan turns to Harry. “What about you, Harrison?”
“Count me in.” He rests both hands on Kavan’s shoulders. “Juliet’s been good for you. I’ve never seen you happier.”
Kavan glances at me, but his words are directed to Harry. “Sean looks as happy as me, doesn’t he?”
“Almost as happy.” Harry waits a moment before he goes on, “I need to say that seeing all of my best friends this happy is good for my heart.”
Those words mean a lot coming from him.
“We’ll find you someone too,” I say as Harry sets off toward the kitchen.
“No need.” He shakes his head without glancing back at Kavan or me. “I’m happy with life as it is.”
I thought I was too before I met Calliope, but she’s brought something into my life that I was missing. I can’t put my finger on what that is, but I sure as hell know that I like being around her.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Callie
I spotSean the moment he walks into Tin Anchor.
That’s a feat in itself, considering the fact that the bar is packed for a Wednesday night. Most of that can be attributed to the two tables of women that arrived an hour ago.
It’s obvious that they are celebrating someone’s twenty-first birthday.
My co-worker, Angeline, carded everyone in that group. Once that was all straightened away, they ordered a round of shots and a host of other beverages.
Adding to that, several men in suits wandered in, and a quartet of guys in baseball jerseys and jeans.
I keep my gaze trained on Sean as he approaches the bar.
I’m behind it, preparing a mimosa for one of the women at the birthday table.
“Good evening, Champ.” Sean’s voice sends a shiver straight through me.
I lock eyes with him. “Hey, Saint.”
His lips curve into a crooked smile. “This place is hopping tonight. Word must have got out that the most beautiful bartender in the city is on duty.”
“Charmer,” I quip. “I didn’t expect to see you tonight.”
His gaze drops to the black T-shirt I’m wearing. It’s emblazoned with a small logo that includes the bar’s name. “I felt a little parched and thought about tasting your Tom.”
Despite my best efforts, a grin tugs at the corner of my lips. “There’s an open seat at the end of the bar. I’ll start working on your Tom Collins right away.”
His gaze darts to the vacant stool a few feet from where he’s standing. “I’ll be waiting.”
I look down at the glass in front of me, but I can sense his eyes are still on me as he makes his way to his seat.
It won’t be easy to stay focused on my work knowing he’s sitting a few feet away, but I have to do it.
Our combined tip total is already well into the mid-three figures for tonight, and the bar doesn’t close for another few hours. Angeline and I will both go home with a tidy sum by the end of the night.
* * *
An hour later,Sean slides his empty glass toward me. “I was right. Your Tom is better than Rolly’s.”
