He knew the second she walked in, just like he’d known when she’d entered the bakery. Even seven shots of Pappy in, he could feel her, he knew she was there by the way the hair on the back of his neck stood up, the goosebumps he got on his arms and the way his dick stirred to attention. He wasn’t sure what kind of hold Tatum Walker held over him, but it was strong, maybe dangerously so, like some sort of Jedi Mind Trick he’d never be able to resist. And dammit if his hand didn’t shake as he took his next shot.
“Too much for you?” Drew asked as he noticed the slight tremble of the other man’s hand.
How did he tell the man sitting beside him, he was hard up for his little sister? Easy. He didn’t.
“Nah, I’m good, but I gotta hit the head. Be back.”