table as she grabbed the empty shot glasses and smiled at me. There was recognition in her eyes, but I didn’t have a clue who she was. Although, there was something about her that looked vaguely familiar. “Can I get you guys another round?”
“No.” Travis and I chorused.
“Lightweights,” Bentley chuckled.
“I heard you were back in town.” The brunette brushed against my arm as she set down clean cocktail napkins and put all of our beers on them. “It’s good to see you.”
I grinned, still not having a clue who she was.
“Yeah, you too.” I nodded.
“Hope to see more of you.” A dimple on her left cheek appeared as her lips turned up in a flirty smile. Her long ponytail fanned out as she turned and weaved her way through the tables.
She was attractive, friendly, and honestly, if I had any interest in dating someone or I wasn’t in love with my best friend’s little sister, I might be interested. But since those weren’t the circumstances, I wasn’t.
When I looked back at the boys, they both had grins on their faces.
“What?”
“You gonna do something about that?” Bentley wagged his brows.
“I don’t even know her.” I knew that was a weak excuse, but it was all I had.
“Are you serious?” Travis asked.
“Yeah.”
“How bad is your brain damage?” Bentley joked.
I just stared at him, not finding him amusing at the moment.
“That’s Kenna,” Travis explained.
“Kenna Rogers?” I said aloud. Kenna was Fred Rogers’s granddaughter. I remember my mom talking about how her parents had planned on naming her Kenny if she was a boy. Yep, Kenny Rogers. “No. She’s a kid.”
“Not anymore.” Bentley took a drink of his beer. “She just turned twenty-four. Soooo?”
“So what?” I shrugged.
“Are you still dating that Victoria’s Secret model?” Travis asked.
Luci had never done Victoria’s Secret, she’d been in Sport’s Illustrated swimsuit edition, but I didn’t feel the need to point that out. “Nope.”
“So what’s the problem?” Bentley’s forehead creased. “Kenna’s cute. And since I walked in on you watching Sunset Bay tonight, I think you’ve got the free time.”
I remained quiet and internally kicked myself for not turning off the show before I answered the door. My viewing habits aside, I still wasn’t interested in dating her.
“You don’t still have that dumbass rule about not dating anyone from Wishing Well, do you?” Travis gave me the same confused look he’d had when the subject of me not dating anyone in Wishing Well came up when we were teenagers.
“Your brother had the same rule,” I weakly defended myself.
“So?” Travis dismissed. “That doesn’t make it any less ridiculous.”
“I don’t want to date anyone right now.”
I hoped like hell my nose didn’t pull a Pinocchio because I definitely did want to date someone. She happened to live next door to me and had been going on a lot of dates.
I’d counted three just this week. It was like she was trying to set a Guinness World Record or something. And from what I’d seen, she was not too discriminating over her choices of companions. One guy had shown up at her door wearing a tuxedo shirt. When she’d made a joke about it, he’d gotten butt hurt.
Who in the hell wears a tuxedo shirt unironically? A dickhead, that’s who.
“Are you fucking serious?” Bentley set his glass down on the table with a little bit more umph than strictly necessary.
Travis and I looked at each other to see if we knew what he was talking about. We didn’t.
“What?” I asked.
His chin jutted out toward the entrance. “She’s here with another one.”
I turned to look to see who he was talking about and I saw Olivia with a random guy that looked like he belonged on Wall Street, not in a bar called The Tipsy Cow.
“My source tells me that that’s the third date she’s had this week.” Bentley announced.
“Your source?” I questioned. I hadn’t been telling him jack shit, so I knew it wasn’t me. If I had, then he’d know that this was actually the fourth date she’d had this week.
“Maisy. Since you’ve been slacking, I had to call in reinforcements.”
“She’s dating. What’s the big deal?” Travis asked.
“The big deal is that she’s meeting these randos online. She doesn’t know anything about these guys. They could be the next Ted Bundy. It’s not safe.”
I wished that I could argue with him and stick up for Olivia like I’d done when we were kids and she wanted to bike ride, or skateboard, or go bridge jumping with us. I’d always assure Bentley