“Sweetheart, you’ve had enough.”
She huffed and attempted to fold her arms over her chest. “Party pisser.”
“Pooper . . . I believe you meant to say,” I said with a laugh.
When her head swung back at me, she attempted to steady herself. “You have to go poop?”
I shook my head. “No, Morgan, you said . . . never mind. Listen, how are you getting home?”
“Home? I don’t want to go home.” She spoke slowly, appearing to be thinking a little too hard.
“Butch cut you off. He said it was time to head home, princess.”
Her lower lip came out in the most adorable pout. God almighty, how in the hell had I never noticed how blue her eyes were? They were the color of the sky after a spring rain. Her blond hair was
piled up on top of her head in a sloppy mess of a bun, with pieces falling down and framing her face. I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t give a shit. I let my gaze rake over her body slowly.
She was hot as hell. Her body was perfect. Not too skinny, with curves and tits any man would want to squeeze in his hands.
Oh hell, knock it off, you idiot. Stow the dirty thoughts, and remember who this is. She’s the goddamn reason why you left Texas.
My entire body heated, but I quickly put the flame out by remembering this was Morgan.
Nash’s sister.
His baby sister.
“Butch, what’s Morgan’s bill? I’ll pay it.”
Walking over to us, he tapped on the bar. “She drinks for free in here.”
I smiled. “Looks like we both enjoy benefits from knowing the owner.”
“You knows Butch?” Morgan shouted as she clapped her hands and damn near fell off her stool.
Reaching out to steady her before she tumbled off the stool, I said, “Whoa. I think it’s time we get you home, princess.”
Her teeth dug into her lip as she gazed up at me with those lost eyes that also looked like she was wanting something more. I ignored the way she felt in my arms and cleared my throat.
“What’s your address, Morgan?”
“Um . . . I don’t remember!” she said with a giggle. “I just moved in!”
I turned to Butch, and he shrugged. “I have no clue. She recently bought a little house in town.”
With a sigh, I reached over and grabbed Morgan’s phone. If she was anything like her brother, she would have her address in her phone somewhere.
Searching through it, I smiled when I opened her notes and saw it.
My new address.
1123 South Iron Street
Austin, TX 78745
With Uber pulled up on my phone, I typed in Morgan’s address and hit enter. There was a car five minutes away. “I’m taking her home, Butch.”
“Thank you, Blake. That means a lot to me.”