Page 54 of The Late Hit
She walks away, and I pull my phone out to save her information. It’s seven thirty and I’m exhausted. There’s an NFL game tonight, so instead of heading home, I head to The Eagles’ Nest for dinner and the game.
Wings, beer, and football. Sounds like the perfect way to end this day.
TheEagles’Nestisquiet like a typical Monday night. Grant texted earlier, saying some of the guys were heading over here for wings and the football game. The guys and I are sitting at our usual table in the side room. Grant, Harris, Riggsby, and Will are already here when JP and I walk in.
Making our way over to the table, we no sooner sit down, than the waitress is at our side. She’s wearing tight, short shorts, and a tank top with the bar’s eagle logo across her chest, her cleavage on full display. It’s even more pronounced with the added slit she cut in the top of her tank top. Raven-black hair hangs long and shiny down her back. Her bright-green eyes find mine immediately. Pulling out her notepad, she brings it to her front, ready to take down our order, but not before pushing her boobs together. Someone is working hard for her tip.
“Hey, Q,” she purrs. “What can I get you tonight?”
“I’ll take a draft of Coors Light,” I answer her, not sparing her any extra attention.
Instead, I reach into my pocket, pulling out my phone. She doesn’t take the hint, but I don’t look up from my phone. Pulling up Brynn’s name, I shoot her a text.
She doesn’t reply immediately, so I set my phone on the table.
“Dude, this game is going to be crazy. Kansas City is lookin’ hella good this season,” I say to Grant, my attention on the pregame interviews on the TV.
“Hell yeah they are,” he replies as the waitress sets down my beer.
She leans closer to me than needed. “What else can I do…I mean, get you?”
It’s hard to keep the eye roll from showing. Closing my menu, I turn to her, keeping my eyes on her face, and not on her tits that she’s pressing closer to my face.
“I’ll do twenty bone-in buffalo ranch wings with a side of celery and carrots and an order of fries.”
She jots down my order, turning to the rest of the table for theirs.
“Dude, I think she wants your bone somewhere beside wings,” Riggsby says, watching the waitress saunter toward the counter where she types our order on the computer.
I follow his gaze, and that’s when I spot bright blonde hair thrown haphazardly on top of her head. She’s sitting at the bar, eyes on the TV as she holds her beer. Brynn is the picture of relaxed, with her body leaned back against her chair, arm draped across her chest, and knee propped against the edge of the bar, not a care in the world. I love how carefree she always is.
The guys are all discussing how the Chiefs’ defense is going to stop the run game, but I can’t take my eyes off Brynn. Especially now that Will has spotted her too. Scraping his chair against the floor, he gets up and saunters over toward her.
“Alright dude, spill it,” JP says, bringing my attention back from what’s happening at the bar.
“Spill about what?”
“You and Brynn,” Riggsby says. “Two of you claim you’re just friends, and then you come back from Chicago changed.”
“Seriously, bro, I was the one that took y’all to the airport, and the vibe was weird. You two bang?” JP adds, picking up his beer and taking a long gulp.
Bringing my hand to the back of my head, I run it back and forth across my neck.
“Uhh, we didn’t fuck, and that’d be none of your damn business.” Glancing up, I see Grant eyeing me. He’s waiting for me to divulge more information. “We might’ve hooked up, and then things got a little intense.”
“Intense, as in?” Riggsby digs.
“As in, not quite sex.”
“Who went down on who?” JP asks.
Grant and Riggsby laugh at his question.
I just glare, not adding anything.
“It’s about damn time,” Grant says under his breath behind his glass.
My eyes search out Brynn again, and that’s when I see her laughing with Will. I wouldn’t think anything of it, except I know those two have a past. Will stands next to her, arm grazing hers, both of them smiling. Grabbing my phone, I pull up her messages again. That green-eyed monster takes over, and I want her to know I’m here.
