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He nodded, but said nothing else at the introduction.
Silas was the President, and the person that Viddy had hit with her cane. He was older with silverish, brown hair shaved short, and a wicked looking beard that came to a point about two inches under his chin.
His eyes were sharp and focused, as if he’d seen it all and lived to tell about it.
Sebastian was the man I’d met at the fire, and the VP, according to the patch on his vest. He was wearing a black ball cap over his brown hair, and severe eyes peaked out underneath the bill of the hat. He took in our surroundings as if waiting for something unseen to pop out around the corner and bludgeon us all to death.
Dixie was the oldest of them all; he also had a pudge that rivaled Santa Claus.
Viddy kicked me under the cover of the table, and I became aware that I was drawing attention with my less than flattering description of Dixie.
I liked to make Viddy feel like she was included. So I spoke about where everything was, what everyone was doing, where she was sitting. Who was behind her. I told her everything. It was so much of a habit that I hadn’t even realized I’d been doing it. Describing nuances of what each one of them looked like.
“Sorry,” I flushed.
They all laughed, and then Trance spoke. “Have a seat.”
Then there was Trance. I hadn’t seen him well the other night, due to the dark of the night, and then the dimness of the restaurant, but with the bright fluorescent lights of The Tug and Chug shining down and illuminating him visibly, I clearly saw the different colors of the man’s eyes.
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed. “You have the same color eyes as Viddy!”
I reached across Kettle, pressing myself flush against him, and ripped the glasses off of Viddy’s face, allowing her eyes to become visible to all those that were in front of us.
“Viddy!” I said. “His eyes are the exact same as yours. One blue and one green!”
Trance had sat forward when I ripped the glasses off her face, and was smiling now. “Sweet. Never seen another person with two different colored eyes like my own. They’re gorgeous.”
Viddy blinked a few times, processing that fact, and then smiled. “Awesome.”
“Take a seat, ladies.” Silas ordered.
We sat.
It was just a simple fact. The man ordered it and we did it.
We’d just sat down when the woman Kettle had had his arms wrapped around earlier came up and sat down drinks for everyone.
She was really pretty with blonde perky hair, big, bouncy boobs, and a small, trim waist; exactly what I’d picture any man with. She was what every woman secretly strived to be.
“Shannon,” Kettle stood wrapping his hand around my waist. “I’d like you to meet my neighbor, Adeline and her sister, Viddy. Ladies, this is my sister, Shannon.”
I didn’t really know what to think of the fact that I was relieved. I wasn’t ready for a relationship with a man like Kettle.
I was tired of being understanding. I wanted a man that put me first for once, not someone that would always put his club before me, or his job.
The last man I’d been in a relationship with had done that to me, and I hadn’t realized it until he’d proposed to me.
Jaxton was a great man. He was honest, caring, and committed.
To his job.
He was an OB/GYN in Henderson, TX where I used to live with him.
He was a great doctor but a lousy boyfriend, and I realized that now, and knew that I had to have someone that would be willing to put me and our relationship first.
Which was why it was scary that I actually felt relieved that the beauty was his sister, and not his woman.
“Jesus, Shannon.” Silas spat. “I said a beer, not a Bud Light.”
