Aidan jumped, and beer spilled over his hand. It ran off the edge of the bar and onto his boots, and he muttered a curse. He didn’t miss the gleam in Jax’s eyes for one f*****g second, and he actually felt his face turning red.
“Aidan?” Gabriela looked at him, and he loved the way his name sounded in her mouth; her faint accent gave it curves and made it music. “Um. OK.”
“Well, I’d be delighted,” Aidan said, going all Southern and playing up his Texan drawl. He could turn the good ol’ boy charm on and off at will, and it came in awfully handy at moments like this. He walked around the bar, trying hard to ignore the knowing looks on the faces of the other men. “Let’s go, darlin’.”
Gabriela looked up at Aidan, took in his golden hair and eyes. The man was nothing short of panty-dropping g
