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“We’re celebrating,” Travis says, ignoring the brooding glares from Brody and Dyllan.
Zach stands next to me, chuckling as he dries a glass.
I sigh, knowing Travis and his antics. He’s not going anywhere. “Alright, I’ll bite. What are you celebrating on a Monday night?”
“Well, it’s almost the end of harvest, which means we get to see this asshole again,” Travis jokes, throwing his arm around Brody’s shoulders, earning him an eye roll from his friend. “And the women told us to go out and have a beer together.”
“Kicked out, were ya?” I joke, knowing they’re nothing but devoted husbands and fathers.
“There may have been some words about ‘hovering’ and ‘needing guy time,’” Dyllan grumbles.
“Don’t think this gets you out of telling us about your date with Rachel,” Travis adds.
“There’s not much to tell. We had a good time.” I don’t know why I’m being so tight-lipped about our date. I feel protective over her, even though I know these guys would do anything for her if needed, I still don’t want to share.
“Even if you changed your plans halfway through?” Zach shoots me a shit-eating grin.
Fucker. I should have known he would gossip as much as Travis.
“Ooh, what happened there?” Travis asks. Brody and Dyllan don’t say anything, but they both lean in, settling themselves for my answer.
They’re just as bad as each other.
“It wasn’t halfway through, it was at the beginning. I just realized Angelo’s isn’t her scene, that’s all.”
“Right. So where did you end up taking her with our whole happy hour menu?” Zach asked, leaning against the bar.
Dammit, they really aren’t letting this go.
“For a picnic.” I avoid their gazes, taking a damn cloth and wiping down the already clean bar top.
“A picnic in the dark?” Zach questions.
I close my eyes and take a steadying breath. “Yes. I brought her to a lookout I found, alright?” I snap, glaring at my business partner, never wanting to punch his smug face more than I do right now.
“A lookout? What are you, in high school?” Brody scoffs with a hint of amusement on his face.
“Trespassing more like. I’m pretty sure town parks close at dusk,” Dyllan, Logan Creek’s mayor, jests.
“What lookout? The Johnson Hill one?” Travis asks.
“You’re such an asshole,” I mutter to Zach.
“I need to keep the place entertaining.”
“Don’t you have drinks you need to serve?”
Zach surveys the room. “Nah, I’m good right now.”
“Come on, Romeo. Don’t leave us hanging,” Travis urges.
“Fine. I don’t know what the hill is called. I found it not long after moving here. It’s about ten minutes out of town. It’s a dirt road all the way up where there’s a lookout over town.”
“I know the one. It’s an old logging road,” Dyllan says.
“So, that’s where we went. I realized after getting to Angelo’s she would prefer something more low-key, so I took her there. That’s it.” I rush through my words, frustrated I’m even explaining this. They’re worse than the ladies in the book club.
“Except you dropped her off at her shop this morning,” Travis added smugly.
