Tawk turned on his truck and forced his foot onto the gas.
Perhaps he would ask her those questions when he saw her at happy hour on Thursday.
Chapter Three
Tammy had checked the door a hundred times, it felt like.
Every time the bell rang signifying that someone was entering the bar, she looked up to see if it was Tawk.
She’d done an internet search on Sentry dragons, but there was tragically little research that had been done on them. There was more information about the more famous, more common dragons, like Damon Daye, and Vyr, and Dark Kane. There was even an article about Rowan that gave her some insight into dragons, but nowhere could she find much about Sentry dragons other than their dragons were smaller, and they didn’t feed on ashes like the others.
Maybe they fed on iced teas.
She snorted to herself, imagining him scowling as he sucked on an iced tea straw. Some badass he was.
The smile fell from her face as she remembered how he’d talked with such confidence with Wreck and the others though. He hadn’t been afraid of Wreck.
Ding.
A couple of good ol’ boys in cowboy hats came in and waved at her. They were regulars. She didn’t know their names, but in her head, it was Two-Shots-of-Jack, and Pendleton Straight.
She got to pouring their drinks.
Ding.
Katrina came through the door her gorilla shifter mate, King, was holding open for her.
She nodded her hello as Katrina waved to her and took a seat at their normal table in the corner. King was already pulling a couple more tables together to combine with theirs. Her boss used to have an issue with them doing that, andespecially since she was a little prejudiced against shifters, due to some unfortunate experiences with them in the last bar she’d owned, but after a few weeks of peaceful chatter over there by the fireplace, and big tabs, and big tips, she’d quit fighting them taking up more of the seats there.
Ding.
Harley was here now with Cash making a beeline to King and Katrina. Cash was fuckin’ hilarious, but most of her laughs came from how much he annoyed his Crew. Harley, his mate, had turned out to be a fast friend to Tammy Ray.
“Hey girl hey,” Harley greeted her as she sidled up to the bar.
“Hey, gorgeous. What are you drinking?”
“Water.”
Tammy frowned. “Why water?” she said, a little trill of excitement moving through her.
Harley pursed her lips against a smile. “It’s a secret.”
“Are you serious?” she asked low, leaning over the counter to grab her hands. “You’re pregnant?”
“Cash wants like thirty-two kids so we figured we would go ahead and get started.” Her smile was so beautiful, and her eyes were full of emotion.
“Fuuuck, Harley. I have to hug you.”
Harley leaned over the counter and squeezed her so tight, just…melted against her. “Are you okay with being an auntie?”
“I’m already planning the onesies I’m going to spoil her with,” Tammy Ray said emotionally.
“Oh, you’re voting for aher?” Harley said, releasing her to wipe her eyes.
“Have you met your mate? Your hands are full enough. You don’t need a miniature Cash.”
Harley threw her head back and laughed.
