Crazy Sexy Love (Dirty Dicks 1)

“I didn’t say it was all good.”

My smile fades. “Oh.” I guess he told Linc everything.

“I didn’t say it was all bad, either.” He grins.

This time, I roll my eyes. “Make up your mind, cowboy.”

“I like you. Figured I would after everything you did. Pretty hard to hate someone who threw herself under the bus to let my boy live his dream.”

I’m not sure how I feel about Rhett spilling all of our secrets to his friend. Then again, I’ve spilled them all to Claire, so I guess that makes me a hypocrite.

“Chill out, princess. Wipe the scowl off your face. Rhett was in a bad place when I met him—fresh off a breakup with you. I was the one pulling him away from the bottle every night. It wasn’t easy, but he eventually dusted himself off and moved on. He knew I wasn’t going to like you very much after everything I’d witnessed

, so he told me the rest of the story. Good thing he did, too, or I’d be trying to talk him out of this.” He points his beer in my direction.

Folding my hands together, I lean on the table. “Rhett’s the best thing to ever happen to me. I’m not letting him go again.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that. Rhett’s a damn good guy—best guy I know. He’d do anything for anyone, and he deserves someone who’s going to have his back.”

“Looks like that someone is you.”

“I’ll share that role with you. Turns out I’ve been sharing it with you all along.”

The waitress stops by our table. She’s a cute little thing. Black hair, big tits, and a tight shirt. She smiles. “How are ya, Linc?”

“Good. How’s the little one?”

“Rotten.” She laughs, chomping on her gum. “You having your usual?”

“Yup. But this time add a side of sweet cut corn.”

“You got it. And what about Rhett? His usual?”

I shift uncomfortably in my seat. I don’t know Rhett’s usual.

“Yeah, that’ll be fine. He could be over there for a while,” Linc says, glancing across the room.

“And what about you, sweetheart?” Her bright smile fades a bit when she turns to me.

“I’ll have a burger and fries, and a Diet Coke.”

“You got it.” She jots my order down.

“What’s on your dessert menu?”

She points to a chalkboard above the bar. “Cheesecake is the special. It’s really good.”

“I’ll have that. Bring it out before my meal, please.”

“Really?” She lifts a brow and looks at Linc, who just shrugs.

“Dessert before dinner?” he asks.

“Don’t judge me.”

He holds up his hands. “I’m not judging. Just curious, that’s all.”

“My grandma always said if you’re paying for food, you might as well eat the best thing first. Guess it stuck with me.”