She nodded, then took my glass.
With my hands free, they went to my hips as I narrowed my gaze at Carter, and damn it all to hell, even with the three-inch heels, he still towered over me, but I didn’t let that stop me.
“What have you been saying about me?” I asked, glaring at him.
He smiled, shook his head, “Just random things. Promise.”
Granger took a pull of his own beer, and I swore I heard, “Random things my ass.”
Tatum smiled as she handed me back my drink, “I think I’m going to like you, Harlee.”
I grinned and knew I was going to be returning the sentiment when she followed my actions with her own hands on her hips, glaring at Granger and Carter.
“Were the two of you raised in a barn?”
I smiled, “Tatum?”
She glared at them, then looked at me, and lost that glare, “Think I’m going to like you too.”
Apparently, everyone needed a drink, before this thing got started.
Because the right side of the room, where the bar was, was crowded.
Granger had walked off to see where we were all sitting, asking us to keep Tatum with us.
I had just told Tatum about how I met Carter, through his younger sister Talia, when I felt Carter stiffen at my side.
That’s when I heard a man ask, “So, who is this?”
I looked at where I heard the voice, at the same time, Carter growled, “None of your fucking business.”
Granger came up behind him, clapped him on his shoulder, and I watched as the man winced, then looked over his shoulder, and then he fled.
Which had Granger and Carter chuckling, “Damn. He really can’t help himself.”
“Who was he?” I asked.
“He’s the creeper that none of us wants to work with. But... he’s the owner’s nephew.” Carter said with a sigh.
“So, we can’t kill him,” Granger pouted.
I laughed as Granger’s sister simply shook her head, “I swear, I love you, big brother, but I’m not coming to one of these again.”
Granger sighed, “If this stuff wasn’t mandatory, I wouldn’t come either.”
I looked at Tatum and asked, “Care to go check out the food?”
She nodded, “Yeah. And it better be edible. I’m not a rabbit.”
I giggled and nodded.
Together, Tatum and I headed for the tables with food atop them, as Granger and Carter fell into step behind us.
And seeing the food... well... I wouldn’t even feed it to my dog.
And I didn’t have a dog.
Needless to say, by the time we were asked to take our seats, all of our stomachs had been growling.
