Rake's Redemption (Wind Dragons MC #4)(8)

“So do I,” Anna says easily. “I don’t know how I missed that. That’s interesting information.”

“Yeah and his first name isn’t even Vinnie. Vincent is his middle name.”

“What’s his first name then?” Anna asks, absorbing all the new information.

“Tyler.”

“Hmmm. I can’t picture him as anything except Vinnie,” Anna says.

“I like your hair, Bailey,” Lana says, pointing to the curls at the ends.

“Thanks,” I reply, lifting a curl between my fingers. “I thought I’d try something different.”

“It looks good,” Anna agrees.

The sex god with the scar on his face walks up to our table, and I try not to hyperventilate. His biceps are so sculpted, and I can almost see his six-pack through his white T-shirt. Or is that just my pervy imagination? His face is chiseled perfection too. The scar only adds to his appeal.

I squirm on my seat.

“Anna,” he says, lifting his chin, his firm lips twitching. “Back at the old stomping grounds, I see. What trouble will you be causing me tonight?”

“None at all, Reid,” Anna replies with a grin, trying to look innocent and failing.

“Right,” he murmurs, turning his attention to Lana. “You keep her in line for me, will you, Lana?”

Lana nods her head. “Always.”

“It’s good to see you too, Reid,” Anna says, rolling her eyes. “I see you’re your usual charming self.”

Reid smirks in response. “You know me, I never change.”

His gaze turns to me then. “And which one are you?”

“Bailey,” I tell him, waving my fingers at him.

His eyes narrow as he studies me. “You going to be a pain in my ass too?”

The other girls giggle, obviously remembering our previous words. “Only if you want me to. Knowing these two though, probably.”

Yeah, this is my awkward way of flirting.

Reid actually grins then. It’s f*cking devastating. He turns to Anna. “Why did you have to come here tonight of all nights? Next time call up and let me know you’ll be here so I can keep my ass at home.”

“Why?” she replies, perking up and looking around the bar. “What’s happening tonight? Male dancers on the bar? A pole-dance show? Morning Alliance playing here? Oooh, that would be awesome.”

Reid cringes and tells Anna to slide over so he can sit down.

“None of the above. Summer decided she wants to have a weekly karaoke night.”

“And it’s tonight?” Anna asks, doing a crazy little happy dance. “Fuck yeah! We’re all over that!”

She glances at me. “Bailey?”

“I’m in,” I look to Lana. “Lana?”

She picks up her glass. “Few more of these and why the hell not?”

Reid scrubs a hand down his face. “I’m going home early. I knew I shouldn’t have come in tonight. I told Summer that listening to people try to sing all night isn’t a fun time, but you know her.”

Anna wraps an arm around him. “Aww, come on now, Reid. You can do a duet with me. It’ll be great. Where is Summer anyway? I haven’t seen her in ages, and I think we’re due for a catch-up.” She looks at me and explains, “Summer is Reid’s babe of a wife. She’s great; you’ll love her.”

“She’ll be here in an hour or so,” he says, glancing down at his watch. “She keeps trying to come to work, and I keep telling her to stay home. We finally agreed on her only coming in during peak time and then going home to relax.”

“Excellent,” Anna says, looking to me and Lana. “We should make this a weekly outing, girls. Karaoke night at Knox’s Tavern! We can bring Faye next time. She’ll love this shit.”

We all cheer.

“Try to keep your men at home,” Reid suggests, raising his eyebrow at Anna. “Generally where you are, they follow, and with them comes even more trouble.”

“Oh, please, we’ve all been so good,” Anna says, waving her hand in the air. “Nothing’s been going on recently. I know you keep up to date with the gossip, Reid, so you would know.”

“Men are such gossips,” I throw out there.

“It’s true,” Lana agrees.

“I own a bar,” Reid says drolly. “People like to talk. Unless it involves me or mine, I generally don’t give a shit, but yeah, I do hear a lot of stuff. That doesn’t mean I repeat it though.”

Anna nods her head. “True. Hey, you know, you should host a ladies’ night with shirtless male waiters and male strippers.”

“You’d probably make a heap of money,” Lana says, grinning. “We could come here for all the bachelorette parties.”

“Maybe you could take your shirt off too,” I blurt out.

Lana and Anna start laughing. Reid stands up and walks back to the bar, his shoulders slumped.

Poor guy. I wouldn’t want to deal with us either.

“Another round?” I ask, which is greeted by more cheers. I walk to the bar with a smile on my face. Some things don’t change; these two always knew how to have a good time. There’s something nice about going out with friends who actually care for you, ones who won’t leave you stranded at the end of the night. The only good friend I have is Tia, but one of us usually stays home with the kids, so we rarely get a night out together.