Chapter 45

Rowan pointed a warning finger at them. “That argument is going to get old very fast if you keep using it.”

Alec beamed. “You’re the one to blame. You started it all.”

His retort was cut off by the arrival of their waitress, another perky blonde. This one wore too much perfume, and worse, stood too close to Rowan, forcing him to keep his head down so he didn’t choke on the scent as they ordered a round of drinks. Samplers for both Alec and Rowan—they seemed small enough not to hit him too hard if he took his time drinking them—and a Coke for Will.

“If I can’t have alcohol, at least I can load up on sugar,” he joked.

Someone kicked Rowan under the table. “Get your head out of your menu,” Alec said. “You totally missed how she was checking you out.”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“Her and every other woman in here,” Will said.

“And that guy in the corner,” Alec added.