“Aye. Sorry, milady,” Donny said, holding his hand out to take mine again. For the second time, he kissed my knuckles. “That was right fuckin’ rude of me.”
“Your foot’s so far down your throat, Don, it’s a wonder you don’t choke and die.” Briggs muttered.
“If only,” I said, and they all snorted, Donny included.
“Bloody hell. She’s a beauty, ain’t she? I can tell. Guess I’ve already blown me chances.”
Patrick nodded, upending yet another glass of amber liquor to his lips. “Aye,” he rasped, not looking my way. “I’m afraid she is.”
A scuffle ensued then. People crowded near the entrance called out in reproach as they were pushed aside. I caught sight of three black pointed hard hats adorned with Belavere’s emblem before a firm, slender hand grasped my upper arm, hoisting me off my chair.
