“I like the stacked enchiladas,” I answered finally.
“That’s what Silver suggested that I get, too,” Searcy murmured, dismissing Devney.
My eyes went down the length of the table to where Silver sat next to Keely. She was Cutter, Chevy and Copper’s sister.
Silver and Keely were talking animatedly.
Silver had her hand wrapped around Gunner’s, and she was showing Keely the tattoo on Gunner’s hand.
Gunner was smiling, though it was sad, and while I watched, Silver dropped a kiss onto Gunner’s hand and placed it back onto the table.
I didn’t feel any jealousy like I normally would have.
Not when I knew what that tattoo meant.
She knew what that tattoo meant just like the rest of us.
It was a daisy.
Jett was Gunner’s son who passed away in a school shooting. Jett’s favorite flower was a daisy.
So Gunner got a bouquet of daisies tattooed on his hand to remind him of his son—not that he ever forgot him—every time he looked at it.
Audric and Apollo, both with their own grief in their eyes, were also watching her like she hung the fucking moon.
I wished I was on that end to hear what they were talking about.
When I looked back toward the front, my eyes caught Copper’s.
Copper was my best friend, and had been for years.
And he missed absolutely nothing.
His brows raised, and I knew without him voicing his words that he was saying, “You’re so fucking fucked.”
I was.
I was so fucking fucked.
I ignored him and my date—which I couldn’t believe I was still dating—and studied the menu.
I didn’t look up again until there was a clearing of a throat next to me.
I looked over at Dima, Keely’s husband and slightly new addition to our crew—though he wasn’t an official patched-in member of the Truth Tellers MC.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“The waitress is waiting to take your menu. Your female friend ordered for you,” he said.
I narrowed my eyes and looked up at the waitress. “What did she order for me?”
She read off the order, and I shook my head. “Please make sure it’s exactly like the menu says they make it. I want my meat.”
It just pissed me off that Devney continuously tried to order me the vegetarian option.
I had absolutely no issues with other people eating like they wanted to eat. I just didn’t want them to force-feed their ideals down my throat.
“Oh, okay.” The waitress nodded.