Page 50 of Fated Redemption
Damn monkey!
To Abby’s surprise, Rebecca, her mate Aleks, and most of the Inner Court and their mates showed up that evening at the bar. Abby’s heart melted a bit. She knew that Rebecca was doing her damnedest to make sure she felt welcome.
“Ma said she’d watch the boys overnight to give us a break. She and Pa are in grandparent heaven.” Rebecca twirled on the barstool next to Abby. Not even turning from his conversation with Liam, Aleks reached behind him and stopped Rebecca mid twirl. Rebecca stuck her tongue out at her mate and turned forward to face Rhys.
“Rhys, what’s my drink? You gave everyone else a drink except me.” Rebecca pouted. Abby’s ears perked up.
“What’s this?” she asked, and Rhys winked at her.
“I’ve been behind a bar all of my life. I can usually guess what my customer wants and mix it up for them.” Rhys stepped back and eyed Rebecca up and down.
“I don’t think I’ve ever given anyone this designation.” He looked at Abby, then at Rebecca and closed his eyes, shaking his head.
“What?” Rebecca and Abby leaned in together.
“Abby, you are the Three Wise Men. Three sweet, good ole boys from Tennessee, Jim Beam, Johnnie Walker and Jack Daniels. Smooth but potent, with slight possibilities for disaster.” Rhys turned to Rebecca.
“Baby girl, you’re the Four Horsemen. You’re the Three Wise Men, plus one shot from a devilish bastard that goes by the name of Jose Cuervo. You and Abby combined could bring about the next apocalypse.”
“Please, don’t tell me that.” Aleks groaned.
Liam leaned over and wrapped his arms around Aleks rubbing his back. It went on for a minute and Abby caught Kentgiving his mate a curious look.
“Aleks, I’m here for you.” Liam breathed into Alek’s ear and continued to rub circles on the bear shifter’s back.
“Uncomfortable yet?” Liam asked, grinning wickedly.
Aleks yawned and lay his head down on the bar.
“Rub lower, I did my rounds today talking to everyone in town, my lower back is killing me,” Aleks said, sounding half-asleep already.
Liam stopped and looked at Aleks, disgusted. He turned to where Rian and Damian were catching up with Bethany and Asling.
“Rian, I need you to babysit Aidhan more often. Aleks is exhausted and is not responding to any of my well-thought-out digs.”
“Let me get this straight. You want me to babysit BooBear so that Aleks will get more sleep so he is awake enough for you to torture?”
“Yup.” Liam nodded.
“Okay.” Rian shrugged.
“Y’all are bad.” Bethany giggled.
“Okay, what about me?” Giddey asked from the end of the bar.
“You’re easy, Giddey. You’re a New Orleans Hand Grenade. A harmonious blend of vodka, gin, rum and melon liquor that is hijacked by the out-of-control presence of grain alcohol. It’s the kind of drink you have and the next morning are wondering what state and or country you’re in.”
Giddey’s eyes widened. “I have to try that!”
“Me too, I wanna try mine,” Rebecca said.
“No,” was Alek’s muffled response.
“But, it’s my drink.”
“No.” Aleks repeated, his face still on the bar.
“I want…”
