I nod and ease back against the bar, just as Giggles slides in from the other side with a wink and a glass in hand. He pushes it toward me before I even have the chance to speak.
“I didn’t ask for a drink,” I say, glancing at the glass.
“You didn’t need to,” he says, leaning forward with a grin. “You’re going to need it. You’ve got a week of hell ahead.”
“What do you want, Giggles?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
He hums and holds my gaze a moment longer. “Nothing.” Then he’s gone, disappearing into the crowd as fast as he appeared.
Hex laughs beside me and lifts her drink again. “Some of the guys have bets going. They’re trying to guess whether Knox can make it through the week without snapping.”
I stare at her. “Are you serious?”
She nods. “Completely. And some of them are planning to
