I sighed.
“I bet that was good,” she muttered.
It was scary as shit.
And it was hot as fuck.
“I need to go to work,” I told her.
“But you don’t have to leave for half an hour,” she told me.
Shit, fuck, shit.
Should I tell her?
I had to tell her. She was probably going to find out anyway.
“Merry’s takin’ me to Swank’s and I don’t have anything to wear, so I’m goin’ in early to look through some stuff Feb and Vi are bringin’.”
Her eyes got huge at the word “Swank’s,” and her face lit with so much glee, it was a wonder the dark didn’t flee the night.
“Mom, cautiously happy,” I warned.
“Right, right, cautiously happy about tall, handsome, last-good-one-standing Garrett Merrick takin’ my baby to Swank’s. I’ll be cautiously happy about that, Cheryl.”
“Whatever,” I mumbled.
She smiled.
Huge.
I pulled my hands from hers. “Gotta go.”
“Have fun,” she called as I headed to my car and she headed to my door.
“You too,” I called back.
She went into my house.
I got into my car and drove to the bar.
Wednesday night, with most of the other businesses on Main Street closed, the bar might be busy but not packed. I found a parking spot on the street two doors down.
I parked, hoofed it in, and saw the place was busy.
Good news.
Meaning good tips.
I also knew I was in trouble because Morrie was behind the bar, Colt was on his stool, and Cal was standing at the bar next to Colt.
This wasn’t the trouble.
The trouble was, all their eyes came to me when I opened the door and Morrie grinned a my-girl’s-gonna-get-herself-some grin. Colt looked like he wanted someone to tear his own fingernails out by the roots. And Cal looked like he was having trouble not busting a gut laughing.
Feb and Vi were nowhere to be seen, which meant they were in the office.
And the men knew about my date and what was going to happen in the office.
I made my way to that end of the bar and shoved aside the stool Cal was not sitting on so I could put my body there.
I looked up to him.
“How many shots do I need before I go in there?” I asked.
Very slowly, he grinned.
Staring up at him, those sky-blue eyes, the scars that perfectly marred what was once pure male beauty making a badass more badass, serious as shit, it was not the first time I wanted to walk direct from him to my girl Violet and high-five her for her score.
But I didn’t do that because I heard a glass slam on the bar beside me and Morrie was there, pouring tequila.
“Feb isn’t a big fan of drinkin’ on the job,” he stated. “You know I don’t give a shit. But, officially, you aren’t on the job yet, so I’m thinkin’ what’s in that office, you need about three a’ those.”
I didn’t hesitate and slammed the shot.
I heard Cal chuckle.
I didn’t look at Cal.
I looked at Colt.
“You gonna give me shit about goin’ out with your brother in blue?”
“Gave Merry shit already,” Colt returned, and my stomach clutched. “He shoved it back.” My stomach unclutched and I beat back a smile. “Not sure which one a’ you is more fucked in the head, him for takin’ on your shit or you for takin’ on his. Just know I’ll kick either of your asses, you fuck the other over.”
“You do know I’m a big girl, Uncle Colt,” I shot back.
Cal chuckled again. Morrie joined him.
Colt started to look testy.
Or testier.
“Lotta people love you both, Cher,” he said quietly. “Pleased as fuck you’re takin’ a chance on life and doin’ it with the only guy on the planet I don’t have to do an extensive background check on. But want you both happy. You give that to each other, I’ll be over the moon. The opposite happens…” he trailed off.
Goddamned Colt, being his version of sweet.
Shit.
“Message received,” I muttered.
“I see good things,” Cal announced, and I turned surprised eyes up to him to see him already looking down at me. “He’s a catch. You’re a catch. That shit works, both of you are smart enough to know you scored and scored huge, and neither of you are stupid enough to forget it.”
Joe Callahan thought I was a catch?
Morrie poured another shot. “Babe, hit that, then hit the office. Fortification, then you get the shit job done and you can look forward to eight hours on your heels, which’ll be the best part of your night.”
Morrie totally knew me.
One could say I didn’t like shopping.
One could also say, unless there was a good deal of food to be consumed, the same with beverages, these being alcoholic, I didn’t do your normal girlie-type things.
I didn’t have money for manis and pedis and facials. I didn’t have patience with crowds in order to hang out at coffee houses and shoot the shit or go to the mall and ask my bestie if my butt looked big in things.
No, I wasn’t about that.
But I was the girl for you if you needed a wingman to go on the prowl, were happy to belly up to a bar and throw a few back while righting the worlds wrongs, if you liked to kick back and catch a game on TV, and I always had a dry shoulder to cry on.
Pawing through dresses with my girls around, giving their opinions about what would be just perfect for a date with Garrett Merrick, was not in the top two hundred things I would want to do.