Page 34 of Darlin'

I search the packed booths and find Marlow sitting at the corner table with two other women.

"I'm coming!" I call out, not bothering to glance back at Andy as I weave my way to Marlow. Just as I slip between two tables, a large hand closes around my wrist, bringing me to a sudden halt.

"Excuse you—" I start, but the words die in my throat as I look down and meet Miguel’s dark eyes.

Crap.

“Oh. Hi again."

"Hello, Savannah." Miguel releases my hand and adjusts his position in his chair, leaning back and flashing me a disarming smile. "I'm glad you're still here. I was worried you might have already run back home."

"Not yet," I say with a nervous giggle, Jesse's warning twirling around my brain. Despite his approachable demeanor, I can't forget the fact that Miguel's cartel. AKA bad freaking news. "Did you uh—" I look down at his drink; it’s full. I wince, asking nonetheless, "Want another drink?"

"No.” He nods down to the empty chair next to his. "But I'd take a conversation."

"I can't," I say apologetically, biting my lip. "It's real busy in here, and I gotta work. But maybe another time?"

"Savannah!" Marlow yells again. Dang, she's loud. "Sav!"

"Listen, I gotta go make my rounds but let me know when you need another drink," I say before running off to the corner booth. I let out a heavy breath, glad to have avoided a crisis. I stop at Marlow’s table and give her a small smile. “What’s up, Mar?”

"Took you damn long enough," Marlow jokingly complains as she slides over three empty cocktail glasses. She nods at the bar. "Can't believe you agreed to work with the she-devil tonight."

"You must be brave," one of Marlow's friends says.

"Or dumb," the other chirps in.

"Hey!" Marlow dramatically holds up her hand. "This is my future sister-in-law, and I will not think twice about shanking any bitch that tries to mess with her." She hiccups. "Best friends included."

"She talks a big game, but she's honestly fairly harmless." One of the women chuckles and holds out her hand. "I'm Pippa, Tiny's wife. This is Casey, no attachment."

"Nice to meet y'all," I say, shaking both the ladies' hands. "I'm Savannah, Rad's sister." I pause, pursing my lips as I run through all the bikers I've met this past week. "Who...who's Tiny?"

Marlow tilts her head. "What? Tiny is Tiny. You know...big dude always with Jesse?"

I blink. "Yeti?"

Pippa chokes on air as she snorts. "Yeti?" She slaps Casey's arm. “He kinda does like look like a Yeti, doesn’t he?”

Casey frowns. “What’s a Yeti?”

Pippa blinks. “Seriously dude?”

As Casey and Pippa bicker, I lean over to Marlow and say in a hushed whisper, “His name is Tiny? How did I miss this? I've been calling him Yeti all week."

Marlow's brows pinch together. "How'd you get Yeti?"

"I don't even remember," I whisper. "Surely someone said it, no?"

Marlow shrugs. "No clue, but I kinda like it." She nudges Pippa. "You cool if we call Tiny Yeti from now on?"

"Call the man whatever you want," Pippa says, chuckling. "But I'm not gonna be moaning Yeti when we go to bed."

Casey snorts. "Like Tiny is any better."

"Oh, he's not tiny, don't you worry." Pippa smirks. "I call him Big Daddy for a reason."

"Ew," Marlow winces. "Nope. Stop now. I'm not nearly drunk enough to be puking already."

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