"How did you know to order that?"
I grinned at him. "That guy sent me the first one," I told him, pointing to the man at the bar.
"The first one? You've had more than one?" Fynn demanded.
"Maybe." I giggled, feeling better than I'd felt in years.
Fynn stormed off to confront the man at the bar. I watched him grab the man by the collar of the shirt. It was such a masculine gesture, the way he got in the man's face snarling and demanding. I licked my lips, enjoying the sight.
The man at the bar pointed over to Ragnar, and I turned to see what Ragnar was doing now. He was sitting at a table with the two girls from earlier, one sitting on each of his massive thighs. One of the girls was running a hand along his face, and the other was kissing his neck. Ragnar winked at Fynn, who glared i
