Page 18 of Wanted By You

Jack comes back over with my shot and drink. He takes the cash and gives Butch his change. Holding my shot up to Butch’s beer, I say, “Cheers.”

He clinks my shot glass. “Cheers,” he grunts, sounding reluctant to even say it out loud. I lick the rim of salt, swallow the shot down, and bite the lime. Butch swigs his beer, watching me with dark, avid eyes as I grab my drink and set down the empty shot glass and skin of lime. “We’ve got a table, if you want to come over.”

“Sure.”

He leads me through the crowd to the wall of high-top tables on the other side of the dance floor. When we get to the table, I’m greeted by the sight of Duke, Stan, and Tanner all staring at me with wide grins on their faces.

I hold back a cringe from how creepy they all appear right now with matching gleeful expressions.Weird.

Butch grabs a stool from a neighboring table and pulls it up for me. I hop up and get comfortable as he takes his seat next to mine. “I think you know my brother, Duke. That’s Stan and Tanner.”

Besides Duke being Butch’s near twin, Stan’s also pretty big. He’s easily six-foot-one, with long dirty blonde hair pulled back into a low bun, lean with muscle, and a pretty boy face. Tanner’s not bad-looking either, a little younger in appearance. He’s maybe five-foot-eleven, stocky but built, with a few days’ worth of patchy scruff on his face.

I give a little awkward wave to the table. “Hey.”

Duke grins. “Nice to see you again, Cassidy. Hopefully, you won’t tell me to buzz off tonight.”

I smile, sipping my drink. “No promises.”

Stan claps and stands from his stool. “Why don’t I get us some shots? You do tequila right, Cassidy?” I barely open my mouth to confirm before Stan is heading back over to the bar.

“Did you have to work today?” Duke asks.

“No, I had the day off thankfully,” I say. “I’m splitting a shift with Janice tomorrow, one of her older kids has a late soccer game.”

Duke glances at Butch who clears his throat. “You said your dog got into something. Did he get sick?”

I wave him off with a laugh. “Oh, no, Frankie’s fine. Just a half package of hotdogs gone. He’s diabetic, so I had to watch him for a bit to make sure he was okay. The boy is a dumpster, I swear.”

“What kind of dog is he?”

I smile at the thought of my favorite fat boy. “He’s a red dachshund.”

“You mean a wiener dog?” Tanner asks.

“Yeah, he was my dad’s, so now he’s mine.”

“Right, I heard about old man Clark passing a while back,” Duke says, his tone consoling. “I was sorry to hear. He was a good man.”

I nod and sip my drink. “He was.”

Butch looks like he’s about to say something as a busty blonde comes sauntering straight over to the table. I think her name is…Lauren? I’m not sure. She’s clearly had some work done, and she looksdamngood in that tight red dress and cowgirl boots.

She leans over the table, her gaze solely on Butch as she licks her lips with a perky set of new boobs pushed out and inviting. “You ready for that dance yet, Butch?”

Duke scoffs. “Get lost, Lauren, he already said no. Quit being so desperate.”

Lauren rolls her eyes, keeping her attention on Butch, who grunts a stern, “No.”

She puts her hand on his arm, leaning in to whisper something in his ear. Butch scoffs loudly. He leans back and shakes off her hand. “Get fucked, Lauren.”

She pouts. “That was the plan.” Turning on her heels, she storms off.

“What’d she say?” Tanner asks eagerly the second she’s out of earshot. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dying to know, too.

Butch glances at me, then back to Tanner. “Nothing.”

“Come on, let’s hear it,” I tease, nudging him playfully with my elbow. “It was a blow job in the back, wasn’t it?”

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