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“Not a chance. People respect me as a real estate agent ’round here. They don’t wanna see the person sellin’ them a house actin’ like a drunk fool on a mechanical bull.”
“No one said you had to be drunk.” I shrug.
“Trust me, I’d need to be to do somethin’ that stupid.”
“I did it,” I remind him.
“Yeah, and you were plastered off your ass. Not your proudest moment, Noah.”
I blink, taken aback by how he’s treating me when I’m here as a favor in the first place.
Fisher’s shoulder lifts slightly. “She showed me the video, and I thought she did great.”
No.No, no, no. Why would Fisher tell him that?
Bracing myself, I wait for Jase to freak out, but he just scoffs.
“My brothers think he can’t do it, so I showed him if I could do it drunk, he most definitely could,” I explain.
“Except you face-planted.”
“But I lasted the full eight seconds, didn’t I?” I say smugly, and Fisher chokes on his beer.
Oh God.Eight seconds.
I resist the urge to laugh at him for choking once again at my words.
“You okay?” I ask, trying to hide my blush with my glass as I take the final sip.
He pats his chest, clearing his throat. “Just went down wrong.”
Mm-hmm.
Finally, the server returns with our beverages, and I immediately shoot down the tequila. I’m tempted to tell her to bring me another, but that’d be irresponsible, so I stick with my water.
“I’ll be right back with your food.”
Thank God.
After the server delivers our food, we thank her, and dive in. I’m about to scarf down my shrimp like I’m aiming for the Guinness World Record and then get the hell out of here. If we weren’t in a fancy restaurant, I’d chuck a piece at Jase and pray it gets caught in his throat so he’d shut up.
Just as I form my plan, someone says my name and steals my attention to the man standing next to me.
And just like that, this horrible dinner manages to get worse.
ChapterFourteen
Fisher
Noah’s expression drops when a man says her name and stands beside her. My jaw tenses as soon as he rests his hand on her shoulder. Her eyes flick to where he’s touching her, and I flex my fingers to prevent me from doing something stupid.
Like ripping off his arm.
“Dylan, hi.” Noah’s high-pitched, nervous tone is unsettling. Whoever this guy is, she doesn’t like him.
“How’ve ya been? It’s been about a year or so. We should catch up sometime.”
Noah’s tight-lipped smile is met with hesitant eyes. “Yeah, it’s been a while. I’ve been really busy with trainin’ and stuff on the ranch.”
