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“It’s not my fault that she has feelings for me that I don’t reciprocate. Because that’s never happened to you.” I take a shot right back at him.
“Can we not.” Pen looks between me and Sutton.
“Sorry, babe.” Sutton kisses the side of her head, causing her to melt into his side.
“So, Kaia, do you have any asshole siblings that like to bust your balls?” I ask, stretching out my legs underneath the table.
“I wish. I’m an only child. My dad died when I was little, and my mom never remarried, so... it’s just me.”
“Sometimes I wish I were so lucky,” I grumble, turning my head to give Sutton a cheeky grin. “Just kidding.”
“Is it just the two of you or do you have other siblings?”
“Just us.”
“And you’re how old?” She looks between the two of us.
“That old fart over there is thirty-two.” I hitch my thumb toward Sutton. “And today is actually my thirtieth birthday, so yeah.”
“Thirty. That’s a big one.”
“Ugh, don’t say that,” Aspen groans.
“She’s right behind me,” I tell Kaia. “What about you?”
“I’ll be twenty-eight in April.”
“Aries or Taurus?”
“Aries.”
“The fire sign.”
“That’s right.”
“Aspen used to be obsessed with zodiac signs.” I feel the need to explain.
“And here we are.” Cheyenne reappears carrying a tray of drinks. She passes out the glasses, resting the tray on the edge of the table to get mine as she needs two hands to pick the damn thing up. “And one Happy Time.” She reaches across the table to set it in front of me, purposely sloshing some of the liquid into my lap as she does. Or at least, it feels intentional.
“Are you ready to order?” She doesn’t acknowledge the action and neither do I. I simply grab a napkin and do my best to dry the crotch of my pants that now feel kind of like I pissed myself.
“Can you give us a few more minutes?” Aspen asks, drawing Cheyenne’s glare away from me.
Unfortunately, if I was hoping that this was my shot to make a good impression with Kaia, I think it’s safe to say that ship has sailed. So far all I’ve accomplished is letting her see me bicker with my brother like a fucking child and have a less-than-desirable interaction with our waitress, who I just happened to have slept with not that long ago. Which she has made painfully obvious toeveryone.
“Sure.”
I blow out a slow sigh once she’s gone.
Happy fucking birthday to me...
