He uncapped four long necks and set them on a cork-lined tray. "I'll take it," Lucky offered congenially, sliding off his stool.
"Now, look, Lucky, I just got this place—"
"No trouble. Swear." Lucky gave the man his most winning grin. Carrying the tray, he moved across the gritty hardwood floor toward the corner booth. Little Alvin and Jack Ed followed his progress with hooded eyes.
When he reached their booth, he set the tray on the table. "Drink up, boys."
Jack Ed sneered and suggested that Lucky do something to himself that was anatomically impossible.
Ignoring him, Lucky addressed Alvin. "Glad to see you can walk upright today."
Little Alvin glowered at him menacingly. "You'll get yours, you cocky bastard."
"Alvin, Alvin," Lucky said, shaking his head sorrowfully, "is that any way to talk to me after I've brought a peace offering?" He nodded down at the beer Alvin had almost guzzled in one swallow. "I put your drinks on my tab. Felt like it was the least I could do after our misunderstanding yesterday."
"You can't smooth-talk your way past me. Beat it."
The features of Lucky's face pulled taut. "Listen you—"
"Lucky!"
Chase's voice cut through the smoky, dense atmosphere. From the corner of his eye Lucky saw his brother weaving through the tables to join him at the end of Little Alvin's booth.
"Don't start anything else, for godsake," Chase warned him in a terse whisper.
"Well, if it ain't the rodeo star," Jack Ed said snidely, "come to save his little brother from another beatin'."
"That's not the way I heard it, Patterson." Chase had been a bull rider in his youth. He'd won a considerable amount of prize money, and had made quite a name for himself on the rodeo circuit. But the danger associated with the sport had always worried his parents. They were greatly relieved when he became engaged to Tanya and retired from it with all his faculties and all his body parts still intact.
Chase didn't let Jack Ed provoke him. His unexpected appearance had had a calming effect on Lucky, who said now, "I just wanted to ask them some questions."
"I wouldn't mind asking them a few myself," Chase said.
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Feeling expansive, Little Alvin propped his arms, which were as big around as pythons, along the back cushion of the booth. "About what?"
"About the fire last night in our garage," Chase said.
"About the woman who was in here yesterday," Lucky replied tightly.
Alvin responded to Lucky's question. "Heard she ran out on you," he said with a malicious grin. "Too bad. Always suspected that your success with the fairer sex was overrated." Jack Ed thought that was hilarious. His giggle was almost as high-pitched as a woman's.
"I don't believe for a minute you were playing cards with your brothers all night," Chase said.
"Did she ever give you her name?" Lucky asked, miraculously quelling the overwhelming impulse to wipe the gloating grin off Alvin's beefy face.
"You balled her and you don't even know her name?"
Lucky lunged toward the larger man. Chase grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him back. "Let's get out of here."
"You son—"
"Let's go!" Chase dragged his younger brother backward across the lounge, with Lucky struggling every step of the way. His bootheels thumped along the floor as he dug them in, trying to get traction.
"Too bad you lost the one woman who could keep you out of jail, Tyler," Little Alvin taunted.
Lucky gnashed his teeth and let out a feral sound, straining to get loose from Chase. Chase, however, held tight. "Dammit, I'll knock you out cold myself if you don't settle down. What the hell's the matter with you?"