“Okay.” Nash leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “We’re going to grab a table.”
She focused on Nash and ignored Hudson. “So how long you around for?”
“That depends.”
Curiosity piqued, she watched him closely. “On what?”
“A lot of things.” He flashed that devilish grin of his. “We’ll catch up. When are you off?”
“I don’t know. It’s busier than usual.”
“Good to hear. Hudsy and I are in for the night.”
Her smile frozen in place, she wasn’t sure if she answered or just mumbled something or walked away without saying anything. All she knew was, by the time she ran a few more jugs of beer out to another table and then went to the kitchen to pick up several wing orders, Nash and Hudson had claimed a booth in the back.
They weren’t in her section—which was a good thing—and Dee Jacobs looked pretty damn pleased they were in hers. The girl was barely in her twenties. Her body was young and tight and toned, her hair long and lustrous. And her ass… Ugh. Her ass was as perky as ever. Rebecca hated her.
Except she didn’t.
Dee was a great girl, with an infectious laugh and more charm than she needed. So what if Hudson seemed to laugh every time the girl came to their table? Rebecca didn’t care.
Except she did. And Dee was at their table a lot.
By the time things were winding down, Rebecca’s jaw was sore from clamping it tight, and she was not in a good mood.
“Dammit!” She grabbed her finger and stepped back from the bar. “Shit.”
“You okay?” Tiny shot her a look. He was a few feet away.
“I sliced my finger open prepping limes.”
Tiny came over and had a peek, a concerned look on his face. “That’s deep. Hell, you might even need some stitches.” He glanced across the room. “We’re about done here. Why don’t you go and clean that up, and then we’ll see how it looks. The first aid kit is in the office.”
Finger throbbing, Rebecca grabbed a clean cloth from under the counter and wrapped it up good. She headed for the office and found the kit on the top shelf behind Sal’s desk. Rebecca cleaned the cut quickly and, after checking it out thoroughly, decided a bandage was good enough. It hurt like hell, but the bleeding had stopped.
Once she was done, she opened the door to leave the office, only to find Hudson standing there with a strange expression on his face. He glanced at her hand and immediately reached for her.
“What happened?”
“It’s nothing. A small cut.”
“You okay?” His touch was warm, and her focus shifted to his long fingers and strong hands.
Mouth dry, she could only nod and carefully extract her hand from his.
“I saw you at the hospital the other day.”
Her head shot up, and she wondered where Hudson was going with this. “Liam and I visit Salvatore when we can. I’m not sure if you know or not, but he’s ill.”
“Regan filled me in.” He seemed to be considering something. “I saw you in my father’s room. I didn’t know you guys were close.”
Rebecca watched him closely. Did he really want to talk about his father? “Why are you here, Hudson?”
“We need to talk about Saturday.”
“Do we?” Her comeback was fast and sharp.
“You don’t think we do?” he shot back just as fast.