Page 175 of Happy Hour

“They’re offended? Jesus...” Spencer snapped. “It’s not like I pissed in their potatoes.”

Ahh...it’s good to be around the boys.

“Jameson,” Spencer began slouching to one side of his chair. “What do you think of what Cole said?”

Resting my elbows against the table, I ran my hands through my hair and then along my jaw. “I...don’t know. I get that everyone is trying to warn me but I’m not going to stop racing just because some jealous fucker can’t get over the fact that his girlfriend wanted my dick...” my voice trailed off when I realized Lane was present. “I mean penis.”

Spencer just laughed. I had a feeling Lane was use to this cause he never looked up, just continued his coloring.

“I don’t understandhowDarrin gets away with half the shit he’s pulls on the track.” Aiden added pouring himself a glass of beer from the pitcher the server finally brought over. “It’s like NASCAR just looks the other way.”

Placing the hot wings in the middle of the table, the waitress focused on me. “Is there anything else I can get you, honey?” she pushed her tits together leaning forward.

“No, that’s all.” I smirked when Spencer and Aiden started laughing.

Knowing Spencer was moments away from embarrassing me, I turned my head towards Lane. “What are you coloring buddy?”

His answer was to push a red crayon in my hand. A clear indication I was to color, I assumed.

The waitress didn’t leave. Instead, she bent down to my ear and whispered. “Here’s my number, call me later. I’m off at ten.”

I pulled back to look at her nametag. “Jen is it?”

She nodded with a flirtatious smile; her hand rubbed my back.

Dropping the crayon, I reached for the note she placed in my pocket and handed the note back to her. “I have a girlfriend.”

“She doesn’t have to know,” was her response.

Aiden made a disgusted snorting sound, Spencer grinned.

Lane, who’d said little since his tantrum getting off the plane, piped up in his little chipmunk voice. “Yes she does, I’ll tell her. I love my auntie Sway.” He never even looked up from his coloring.

There wasn’t a straight face around our table as we laughed at Lane. Jen left.

I didn’t think he could hear her let alone understand what she was implying. Though Spencer acts stupid, he is not. I was beginning to realize Lane was the same way.

Eventually the conversation drifted back to Darrin when our food arrived.

“You know who his aunt is, right?” Spencer asked Aiden who couldn’t understand why Darrin wasn’t being held more accountable for his behavior on the track.

“No, who?” we both asked.

“Deanna Reynolds.”

Reynolds?I only knew one Reynolds that would make for...That would mean Gordon was Darrin’s uncle.

“No shit?” I choked on my beer. “How did you find this out?”

“The power of Google my dear brother,” he nodded his head arrogantly. “You’d be amazed what is available on the internet.”

“Wow, I’m impressed.” I took another drink of my beer. “You’re actually kind of clever.”

“I amreallyclever. People think I’m stupid but I’m really not.” he shrugged. “Shit, have you seen Lane?” he started looking for his son, who we thought was still coloring beside us.

Alley really should have thought twice before she allowed us to take Lane with us. But then again, she should be able to trust his father at some point. I’d like to think Spencer had grown since leaving Lane at the grocery store and bringing home the wrong child.

When we found him, I burst out laughing. Lane was peeing in the corner of the restaurant. A waitress with wide-eyes was telling him he shouldn’t do that.

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