“You know that Jay will throw a fit when he hears about it. You’re all idiots.” The absolute last person I wanted to see came waltzing through the front doors of the bar just as I spoke up. Erica was primped up like a doll, and the mood soured noticeably as she practically skipped towards us. Contempt dribbled to pool under my tongue, and I shuffled into the kitchen before she noticed me.
God only knew if I could restrain myself when she noticed my scars and went off on a tangent.
“Butch, is it ready yet?” Eagerness to get back upstairs and away from the drama laced my voice, and Butch glanced over at me with as close to a smirk as I’d ever seen on him. Leaning on my forearms on the serving table, I licked my lips heavily as my stomach twisted and grumbled in need.
“I never heard you la
