Page 37 of Playing for Keeps
“Oh, I forgot, you’ve already got a guy to go home to,” Camy continued before reaching over to pinch Rylan’s arm.
“Ow! What did I do?” Rylan whined.
“You’re getting laid on the regular and I’m forced to keep batteries on hand for Mr. Morris and me to share our love,” she said and climbed out of the car.
Rylan got out and slammed the door. Mr. Morris was what Camy had named her high-powered vibrator. It was after her movie-star crush Morris Chestnut and quite frankly was keeping Camy company for a few months before Rylan and Del hooked up. But Rylan wasn’t going to remind her of that fact.
“And besides, it hasn’t been really on a regular. We’ve had a few new vehicles down at the shop so the last few days I’ve been working pretty late. And Del’s been on the night shift at the bar and by the time he gets off I’m already asleep so he doesn’t come over and—”
“You can stop now,” Camy said. “Just because I’m cool with you bumping uglies with my brother, doesn’t mean I want to hear the gory details.”
Rylan grinned because she hadn’t begun to give Camy details about her and Del’s amazing sex life. Instead, she held the door to the bar open and smiled sweetly at Camy as she said, “You used to always beg for details.”
Camy made a yuck face and walked into the bar leaving Rylan standing out in the cold.
Chuckling, Rylan headed in behind her. They eased through the Friday night crowd, making their way to two vacant seats all the way at the end of the bar. Rylan removed her coat and crossed her purse over her chest. Camy had been texting her all day trying to figure out what they were going to do tonight. When they finally settled on coming to the bar for drinks and nachos, Rylan left work and raced home to change. No way was she showing up at the bar—where she knew Del was going to be—dressed in dirty old jeans and an even dirtier sweatshirt because everything from oil to antifreeze had spilled on her today.
The bar was really jumping tonight. All of the television sets were going, Ethan and Lance were behind the bar taking care of drink orders, there was a group in the Bullpen and the rope had been removed from the steps, so there was an event going on upstairs as well. The crowd made her smile because that meant Del and his brothers were doing good business. Rylan knew this place was important to them and she couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride at knowing the great guys who’d brought this idea to life.
“Hey Slick!” Rock said coming up behind her, clapping a hand on her shoulder.
Rylan leaned into his light embrace. “Hey yourself. Things are looking good in here.”
“Yeah, but then you two came in,” he joked.
Camy gave him the finger and continued to study the menu.
“She loves me,” Rock told Rylan.
Rylan wasn’t so sure about that. Camy and Rock always did have a love/hate relationship.
“What’s good on the grill tonight, Rock?” Rylan asked. “Jeret cooking up anything special?”
When the restaurant first opened, Jeret insisted that his experience only went as far as the four months he was a short order cook in Montana. As far as Rylan knew, nobody had ever figured out what Jeret was doing in Montana. And Jeret wasn’t the type of guy a person just rattled off questions to. Not if that person expected to live.
“He’s got some type of sausage wrap he’s been bragging about. I’ve seen a few people ordering it and when I went back around to check on them, their plates were clean and they said it was good. But I haven’t tasted it myself. Trying to cut back on my meat intake,” Rock told her.
He slipped his hand from her shoulder and rubbed it across his stomach. The ridiculously toned stomach. Rylan didn’t laugh, but she did shake her head at his foolishness. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on Rock’s perfectly sculpted body. Only muscle on top of muscle.
“Well, we’re not going the vegan route,” Camy yelled over the music. “So, go on back and tell Jeret we’ll have two of his sausage specials. And I’d like a beer.”
Rock leaned in, pushing Rylan back so he could get closer to Camy.
“I’m not the waiter,” he said.
Camy kissed the tip of his nose. “I know. You’re the troublemaker. But you’re also the only one not busy so you can ease on back there and put our order in. What’re you drinking, Rylan?”
“And don’t say vodka,” Rock warned as he slowly backed away from Camy.
Rylan recalled the night she’d been attempting to leave here in a drunken stupor, but Rock had put a halt to that with a glass of water and the announcement of GCSports18’s identity. So much had changed in the few weeks since that time.
Rylan still rolled her eyes at him. “Fine. I’ll have a glass of white wine. Is that better?”
“Much better,” he said with a grin that was designed to make women swoon.
As for Rylan and Camy, they both groaned and waved him away.
“He’s such a big oaf sometimes,” Rylan complained.
