They were here. Right in this bar. I couldn't help but wonder if they'd followed me. The guy who'd tried to get my number raised his hands in surrender, and Walker pulled the knife away from his throat, then walked off.
Jayden was looking at me, while Walker's gaze was fixed on Trey, his expression icy. He flicked his knife closed and slipped it into his back pocket, never breaking eye contact with Trey.
Trey held his gaze.
"I suppose we owe you a thank you," Jess said.
Ignoring her, I asked Walker, "Why are you here?"
He glanced at me briefly.
"We're here for the hot dogs," Jayden replied.
"Right? They're the best," Jess chimed in.
"Join us at our table," Walker suggested.
I looked at Jess, who seemed taken aback. Trey, however, tensed up.
"I recognize you," Jayden said to him.
