Page 67 of Here With Me
“Hey! Y’all finally made it!” Magnolia squeals when Noah stands next to her. “How was dinner?”
Noah shakes her head as if she doesn’t want to talk about it.
Can’t say I blame her.
“Fisher!” the boys shout, raising their beers.
“Ready to get in on the bet?” Tripp asks.
“What bet?” I lean against the bar, facing Noah so drunk strangers don’t get any ideas.
“Who’ll last the longest on the bull,” he explains.
“Me, obviously.”
They laugh. “If ya win, you gotta pay our tabs!”
I snort, grabbing my wallet to get Noah and me our own drinks. “Shouldn’t y’all be payin’ my tab if I win?”
“Don’t try to speak logic to them.” Noah shakes her head and waves to get the bartender’s attention.
A man who looks a few years older than Noah approaches, and I already don’t like the way he stares at her—like he wants to do much more than serve her drinks.
“Howdy, pretty lady. What can I getcha?”
“A strawberry margarita, a Budweiser, and a Blow Job!”
“What is that?” I murmur in her ear when the bartender busies himself.
“A blow job or a shot?”
“Yeah, Fisher. Which one’s got ya confused?” Magnolia chimes in, laughing.
Shit, I forgot she knows.
I lean in closer so the boys can’t eavesdrop. “Noah told me about your little crush, by the way. Which one is it again?Tripp?” I arch a brow, and she scowls at Noah. “Hope I don’t accidentally let that slip.”
“I’m gonna murder you in your sleep,” she tells her. “A slow and painful death.”
Laughing, I hand the bartender my card. I’m playing stupid games, but the last thing we need besides Jase knowing is her brothers finding out. If they already don’t like my son, no way they’re going to likemesleeping with their little sister.
“Calm down, he’s just messin’ with you.” Noah shrugs her off, then offers her the shot.
“No, babe, that’s for you. Show me your best deep throat!” Magnolia’s loud voice gets the attention of half the bar.
My eyes laser in on Noah bending down, wrapping her lips around the glass, and then snapping her head back as the liquid flows into her mouth. Once she’s swallowed, she slams it down on the bar.
“Yes! That’s my girl!” Magnolia cheers.
We stand at the bar and drink for a while before someone notices a guy they don’t like. Everyone turns, and even though I don’t know who they’re talking about, I look too.
“Who’re we starin’ at?” I whisper into Noah’s ear while her brothers are distracted.
She shivers against me, and I smile at how quickly her body responds to me.
“Craig Sanders,” she says. “The guy we suspect is responsible for the nails. He’s a jealous asshole.”
“You’re fuckin’ kiddin’ me.” My jaw sets, and I grip my bottle. “Maybe I should have a chat with him.”
