Logan (Dad Bod Doms #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,26

other than a bar and restaurant by day and a club by night. The décor amused him since he knew the name was a D&D reference. This was the dragons’ level with the dungeons below.

Felicity’s head swiveled as he led her to an open spot along the bar. “Not sure what I expected, but I don’t think this was it.”

“I heard the drinks are good.” He’d decided to keep exactly the BDSM side of the club from her until tonight. It would be fun bringing her back and showing her the secrets of The Outlands.

“Okay.” The look she gave him was a little suspicious. Clearly, she realized he was up to something, but he doubted she guessed what.

“Welcome to the Outlands, be right with ye.” Two menus slapped down in front of them as the bartender walked past, barely pausing as he went. A burly man in a black shirt with a dragon on it and a tartan kilt, the discernable Scottish accent made Logan wonder if he was the owner, Gavin Craig. The name had been on the website, but not a picture. He had an air of confidence about him, which in a BDSM setting would have Logan immediately labeling him a Dom.

There was another bartender, farther down the bar, a pretty woman, wearing the same black shirt with a dragon emblazoned on it. The look she gave the other bartender as he entered her space was not particularly welcoming.

“Ooh, look at this,” Felicity said, drawing his attention back to the menu where she was pointing. “The cocktails are called Homebrews. They all sound like something out of a fantasy book, too. Flametongue, Moonbeam Mojito, Goodberry Gin Fizz, Dragon Venom…”

“What is Flametongue?” Logan asked, leaning over to peer at the menu. It sounded like the bar was really leaning into the D&D thing.

“It says it’s a Moscow Mule served with Jalapeño Infused Mezcal. Sounds spicy.”

“Verra.” The Scotsman was back, standing across the bar from them, grinning. He winked at Felicity. “I like a good kick to the chest now and then.”

“I don’t,” she said with a laugh. “I like the sound of a Goodberry Gin Fizz, though… huh…” She pursed her lips, staring down at the menu again, brow furrowed. “Wait…”

Leaning forward, the Scotsman braced his forearms against the bar, watching Felicity intently with a hint of anticipation. There wasn’t anything sexual about the way he was looking at her, nothing to get Logan’s hackles raised, which made him even more confused what the man was so interested in.

“Omigosh, it’s D&D!” Felicity blurted out, her head swinging up to stare at the bartender. “This whole place is D&D themed!”

“Verra good.” Flashing her an even wider grin, he held out his hand. “Gavin Craig, owner and DM.”

Somehow, Logan was fairly certain the ‘DM’ didn’t stand for “Dungeon Monitor,” which was the only way he’d ever heard anyone use the initials. He looked down at Felicity, baffled as she shook Gavin’s hand.

“How did you know that?”

“I used to play in high school and college,” she said, practically bouncing on her toes with glee at being right. “I can’t believe I remembered that. This is amazing! Ah! The Outlands! That makes so much sense!”

“I’m glad you like it, lass.” Gavin’s face was now creased, grinning so hard as he straightened up. “It keeps me entertained.”

“Okay, I definitely want the Goodberry Gin Fizz,” she said, giggling and pushed the menu toward Logan. “What about you?”

“I’m curious about the Flametongue.” Unlike Felicity, he loved anything spicy.

“Sounds good. Anything to eat?”

“Do you want to eat here or somewhere else?” Logan asked Felicity. Originally, he thought they’d go a little further up the road for dinner, but she was so into the bar, he didn’t want to drag her away if she wanted to stay.

“Can we eat here?” There was a hint of pleading in her tone.

Logan turned his head and nodded at Gavin, who was watching their interaction with increased interest. He could only wonder if the other man was picking up on their dynamic.

“We’ll take a minute with the menu.”

“Verra good. I’ll be back with your drinks.”

Dinner was fun as Felicity explained several of the references on the menu to Logan, with assistance from Gavin when she didn’t remember something. The owner seemed to have taken an immediate liking to her—maybe because she hadn’t asked about Outlander and had figured out the bar’s actual theme on her own. By the time they finished dinner, Logan was starting to think maybe they should find