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A cheer rises up. Mack starts ribbing him and gets his hand slapped away by his brother when he goes to poke Dakota in the stomach.
Lawson shakes his head at his twin. “She isn’t knocked up, idiot.”
“Just checking.” Mack shrugs.
Amusement lights Leland’s eyes as he slides a hand slowly along my thigh under the table, and I almost moan.
“They’re idiots,” he says, bringing his hand up farther, just shy of the juncture of my thigh.
I try and speak, but I can’t get any words out.
But he removes his hand and looks at me. “Drink? Gin and soda?”
Another thrill races through my veins at the low tone and the tease. The fact he remembered the drink I got all those years ago.
“Not driving, so bourbon. I hear it’s someone’s favorite.”
“That it is.”
He smiles the kind of smile that melts bone and rock and weaves through the crowd to the bar.
Isaac leans in and starts a casual conversation with me, checking his watch occasionally. “Gotta be home before pumpkin hour,” he says.
When Leland doesn’t return, I look about him and he’s there, drinks in hands, and Willa is trying to grind on him.
I don’t think. I get up and storm over.
She turns and smirks as I approach.
Leland looks at me. “It’s not—”
“You.” I grab Willa and drag her through the bar to outside, where it’s quiet and drizzling lightly.
“He’s not yours. He’s mine.”
I blow out a breath. “You caused a whole load of problems yesterday.” I’m fighting hard to keep my calm. “But that’s on me too. What’s your problem?”
“What’s yours? Another coming into town thinking she can have the prime real estate.”
“The . . .” I stick my hands on my hips. There are ways this can go and some of them nasty, all of them deserved. “Willa, you know why the good men here aren’t into you?”
She pouts, squinting. She’s got too much makeup on, and her clothes are too small, and things are spilling out.
But if she took some pride in who she was, she might be a hell of a lot different.
And while some people don’t deserve it, sisters do need to stick together. Not that I’m interested in becoming her friend, but some advice, whether she wants it or not, isn’t a bad thing.
Also, if I get upset, aren’t I laying blame on Leland too?
“You jump on anything that moves and don’t take no for an answer. And that hurts one person. You. Go clean yourself up, cut down on your drinking, and take some pride in yourself. If you don’t, no one else will.”
“Bitch.”
And she flounces inside.
I close my eyes and sigh, resting my head against the wall.
Maybe some of it will get through.
