Ava studied her once they were back in her kitchen, and then shook her head the same way Aine had. “It looks like Tabon opened a bottle of wine, would you like a glass?”
“I’d love one. Thanks.”
Ava handed her the glass she’d just poured and then poured herself another.
“Cheers!” Aine clinked her sister’s glass. “To the Tribe of Five being back together very soon. Unless Mercer whisks Quinn away again.”
“We can’t let him. At least not until Pen and Tara get here.”
Aine scowled.
“What’s that look all about? I thought you were trying to get your mind off of Striker.”
“Not him, Tara.”
“Uh oh.”
“She was giving me a hard time about going back to school.”
Ava raised her eyebrows.
“Who cares? Let’s not talk about her. Let’s drink wine.”
“Sounds good to me,” said Tabon, joining them in the kitchen. “Want a glass?” he asked when Striker came in too.
“Thanks, but I should hit the road.”
“What? You’re not going anywhere, mister,” said Ava with hands on her hips. “You told me you were staying for dinner.” Her sister pointed to the dining table that was set for six.
“It’s okay,” said Aine. “If you need to go, go.”
Striker looked into her eyes. “I guess I can stay.”
“They’re here!” shouted Ava, looking out the kitchen window.
Both she and Aine ran out the front door.
9
“Don’t let Ava push you around. If you don’t want to stay for dinner, you don’t have to.”
“If you’d rather not have me here—”
Razor gripped his shoulder. “Knock that shit off, Striker. Gunner isn’t here, so you can relax, and know you’re welcome.”
He laughed and so did Razor. He was right, Gunner didn’t keep his dislike of Striker a secret.
“Although, you won’t get much of Aine’s attention tonight. They haven’t seen Quinn since our wedding.”
It was hard to fathom everything that happened in that time. He and Aine had met at that wedding, and in between, they’d fallen in love—at least he had—and broken up.
“This is a bad idea,” he said to Monk as they walked through the beach house together.
“You’re part of the team.”
“That doesn’t mean Razor wants me at his wedding.”
Striker was halfway down the steps to the beach when he saw her.