Tiffany shook her head. “Solidarity for sisterhood. Pay up.”
The biker sighed and then looked at me. His flirtatious expression morphed into something else when his eyes met mine.
“Oh, Lord,” the bartender—Mia—muttered. “Boxer, grab your shots and get out of here.”
“But I want to stay and chat with,” he paused, obviously waiting for me to introduce myself, which I had absolutely no intention of doing.
I wasn’t looking for trouble. And Boxer looked like pure trouble.
“She’s not going to tell you her name,” Mia said. “Now get. Colt’s waiting on you.”
“You’re more of a hard ass now that you got married.” He shook his head and grasped the three shot glasses. “Ladies. It’s been a pleasure.”
The biker took his drinks and sauntered away from the bar, disappearing into the back, down a long hallway.
“Sorry about that,” Mia said with a sassy grin. “Boxer is like the older brother I never wanted. Sometimes I have to school him. What are you drinking?”
“Two shots of tequila,” Tiffany stated.
“Better make it four,” I interrupted. “I’ll nurse the second one.”
Mia stared at me for a long moment and then nodded. “Tequila. Got it.” She quickly poured the shots. “They’re on me tonight.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” I protested, reaching for my clutch.
She waved away my protest. “My bar, my rules. And any gals that come in and ask for multiple shots of tequila—well, I know what that means. So, enjoy your drinks.”
“Well, will you do a shot with us?” I asked.
Mia grinned. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m pregnant.”
“Congratulations,” Tiffany said with a wide grin. “Damn girl, where are you hiding that baby belly?”
Mia tugged on her flowing black tank and dragged it close to her body. Sure enough, she had a baby bump. She glanced at me.
“Drink one for me, yeah?”
An hour later, Tiffany and I were sitting in a corner booth when the blond flirt plopped down next to me and curled his arm around my shoulder.
“Excuse me?” I squawked.
Tiffany laughed when she saw my indignant face. She’d only had two shots of tequila, and then had switched to club soda.
“You know what I was doing while I was sitting with my boys talking about club business?” the blond asked.
“Can’t even imagine,” I said, brushing his arm off my shoulder.
“I was thinking about you.”
“Seriously, dude,” I said to him with a laugh. “You’re ballsy.”
He flashed a grin. “Have I got your attention?”
I gently pushed against his chest, noting the solid muscles beneath his white cotton T-shirt. “I’m flattered. Seriously. But I’m not interested. I’m just here to have a good time with my friend.”
He sighed but inclined his head. “Alright. But if you change your mind, my name is Boxer. I’m a Blue Angel, and me and my boys run Waco. If you need anything, you come to me.”
I raised my eyebrows but nodded. Boxer held my gaze and then reluctantly slid out of the booth and sauntered his cute butt up to the bar where he no doubt was attempting to coerce Mia into giving him another free drink.
“Nicely handled, doll,” Tiffany said, slinging back the rest of her club soda.
“The last thing I need is a complication right before I…”
“You’re also not allowed to get involved with anyone outside The Rex.”
I leaned back against the booth, my gaze flitting to the bar where Boxer stood. He caught me watching him and gave me a mocking bow.
“Would you have gone for it? If you weren’t in the situation you’re in?” Tiffany asked.
A vision of the hot Scot I’d met that afternoon flashed in my brain. If there had been anyone to make a mistake with, it would’ve been him.
“Sterling?” Tiffany prodded.
I shook my head and came back to the moment. “The biker is hot. Clearly. But no.”
“Because he’s not white picket fence material?”
“Pretty much, yeah.” I frowned. “Though I guess that dream is null now. I mean, what man wants to marry a…well, what we are.” I shrugged. I shot back the rest of the tequila, embracing the burn. “What do you plan to do, Tiff? I mean, when you run your own floor. Can you date then?”
“Yes. I could date then. But I don’t want to get married and have babies. I never have. I want what I’ve always wanted. Wealth, the ability to travel, nice things. I plan on choosing lovers who don’t care what I’ve done for a career. It’s different for me than it is for you.”