Hold On (The 'Burg #6)(163)

They were trying.

I figured Mike had the mojo the rest of them had, which meant he only had to look at his woman, think dirty thoughts, and she’d be carrying his kid. Thus, I figured that joyous news would be celebrated next week.

I looked to Feb.

“I love my little Jack, but I got a four-year-old, a dog, a cat, a bar, and an alpha male on my hands. I think I’m good,” she decreed.

My eyes went to Dee.

“I got two and Morrie, which makes it like I actually have five. I’m definitely good,” she shared.

“When are you and Merry gonna start?” Colt asked.

“Kiss my ass,” I said as answer.

I got girl smiles and man chuckles to that.

Whatever.

“A brother can be in a nursing home and make babies. Not you, sister, so you best be gettin’ the lead out.”

This advice came from Ryker.

I turned my attention to him.

Everyone went silent.

That meant everyone knew about Ryker’s matchmaking too.

I said nothing.

Ryker said nothing.

I won our staring contest when he prompted, “You just gonna stand there and stare at me?”

“I’m not standing here staring at you. I’m waiting for you to grow wings and hover over us with your golden bow and arrow,” I returned.

Ryker grinned his scary grin. “As you’ve experienced, I kick f*ckin’ ass with my golden bow and arrow.”

“Just to say, the ’burg can do without your version of Cupid,” I remarked.

“I can wait for the gratitude,” Ryker declared magnanimously. “You and Merrick can name your first kid after me.”

“Dude, Merry and me got our shit together. Your bullshit coulda f*cked us up,” I shared.

“Tell yourself that,” Ryker replied.

My eyes narrowed. “How thick is your skin?”

“I’m half reptilian,” he returned. “The alligator kind.”

“Okay, how thick is your skull?” I kept at him.

“Not as thick as yours, you wasted years before you fell on your man’s dick,” he retorted.

I shouldn’t have even started this.

So it was time to end it.

“I’m feelin’ like making tips tonight, not cleanin’ up blood,” I decreed.

“Like you could cut me,” Ryker scoffed.

“Don’t underestimate a pissed off woman,” I warned.

“That’s why I got sugar in my bed, not spice. Don’t ever need to worry about that shit,” Ryker stated.

This was going nowhere.

“I need to get to work,” I muttered, turning to the office.

“Cher,” Ryker called.

I sighed and looked back to him.

“Lissa’s over the moon,” he shared.

That might be true, but it was Ryker who was happy for me.

“You’re all soft under all that crazy,” I replied.

He grinned a grin that many children would witness and have nightmares for decades.

“Don’t tell anyone.”

I rolled my eyes and walked to the office to get rid of my purse. When I walked out, Dee was out on the floor with her tray, which meant I was back of the bar with Feb.

I got the lay of the land, made some drinks, then hit my posse at the end.

“You ready for your show?” I asked Dusty.

She made pottery. It was awesome pottery, but I didn’t get it since she also made a shit-ton of money off it. Apparently, some people really liked pottery. Enough to spend hundreds of dollars on just one piece.

“Yeah,” she answered. “And I’ve set a piece aside to give to you and Merry for your wedding.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “Don’t you start with that shit. You’re a chick. You’re supposed to have my back.”

“It’s more fun to mess with you,” she returned.

Damn.

I should have seen it coming.

Dusty was a lot like me. She had some girlie in her but not much. Mostly she was a straight shooter who had it completely together.

I lifted my hand and did a sweep of the far end of the bar, declaring, “I think Feb can cover you all with drinks.”

“Weak,” Cal grunted.

“I need to be in a good disposition to earn tips,” I retorted.

“Why?” he shot back. “You been earnin’ tips for years not in one.”

He had a point.

“You can kiss my ass too,” I returned.

“Lame,” he muttered.

He was not wrong.

God, with Merry giving me the warm and squishy, making me happy, I was losing my edge.

I wasn’t proud of continuing the lameness, but I actually did have to earn tips.

So I muttered back, “Whatever,” and wandered down the bar.

The night wore on and it was Friday at J&J’s. Time to herald in the weekend and do it right by going out, throwing a few back, and communing with your ’burg brethren.

So I was busy.

And it was much later when the opportunity was afforded to him.

Being Benny, he took it.

Cal was deep in conversation with Ryker and Colt, Vi at his side, his arm curled around her neck, holding her close. And Mike, Dusty, and Frankie were gabbing with Dee, who was standing with them, carrying a full tray of empties.