“You’re twenty-one?” Zane asked, slinging an arm around Rory’s shoulders—giving the smaller man a squeeze as well as a hard on. “I’m gonna take you to a bar on your birthday and buy you your first beer.”
“Me, too,” the other men echoed.
“Uh, thanks.” Rory ducked his head. He hated being the focus of their attention.
Rory had never been carded when he’d gone out drinking with the other guys, although he didn’t go out very often. He preferred to stay in the bunkhouse and take advantage of the quiet to read or listen to music.
“But Rory’s eating supper here first before you take him out to get him drunk,” Barry insisted. “In fact you can all line your stomachs first.”
“Yes, Mom,” Jake joked.
Barry was kind of a mother figure to them all, and Rory secretly appreciated that, although no one could replace Rory’s real mom.
As Liam was the foreman and the oldest man on the Double J, Rory saw him as a father figure—a world away from the…monster that was his so-called real dad.