Offside (The Barker Triplets 1)
The text was cryptic and it piqued his curiosity but all thought of the meaning behind her words fled as soon as he strode into The Grill. His body was strung tighter than a violin string and his good mood vanished as his gaze focused on the bar.
It was nearly midnight and the place was near to bursting, but he spied his woman right away.
Billie-Jo stood bent over, listen
ing to something that Jason Danvers was whispering in her ear. For a second the heat that suffused him clouded his vision and he swallowed hard, a muscle working its way along his jaw as he aimed for calm.
Except it was pretty damn hard when, from where he stood, Danvers’ eyes were glued to that delicious butt.
A butt that belonged to Logan and maybe it was about time the whole damn town knew about it.
Chapter Twenty-four
He strode through the crowd, saying hello and offering quick nods to those who yelled his name as he passed.
He was almost to the bar when an arm snaked out and grabbed him around the wrist, so quick and fast that he nearly lost his balance. Logan whirled around, face weighted down with a scowl and swore as Shane let go.
“Jesus fuck.”
Shane shook his head and took a swig from his beer. “Don’t do it.”
Logan’s heart was beating a mile a minute and he clenched his teeth in an effort to calm himself down and make it stop.
“Seriously, you don’t want to cause a scene in here, not with your ex’—he nodded somewhere behind Logan—‘over there. She’s just itching to turn a screw in Billie and you don’t want to be responsible for that mess.”
Logan exhaled. Shane was right.
“Besides,” Shane grinned and took a step toward the bar. “She told me you’re way better in the sack than Danvers is.”
“Asshole,” Logan muttered as he followed his friend up to the bar.
“Forest,” Duke said jovially. “Beer?”
He nodded, his eyes immediately on Billie. She’d slowly turned around, a beer in one hand, the other tucked into the front pocket of her jeans.
“Logan,” she said casually, her eyes glistening in the lowlight from the neon signs behind the bar. She took a sip from her bottle, her tongue flickering along the edge. “I didn’t even notice you were missing until what,” she turned to Jason and giggled, “the third period?”
He grabbed his beer from Duke. Was she drunk?
“Really?” he retorted. “Who the hell kept you out of the corners?”
Jason downed his mug and ordered another. “That would be me, Forest. Don’t worry. We picked up the slack. No one is going to touch Barker.”
“Damn, right,” Dearling declared, his large gut jiggling as he tried to get closer to the conversation. “Did you tell him about the tourney next weekend?”
Billie raised her eyebrows. “Not me. I haven’t seen the guy since last Friday.”
“We decided to enter the Cornucopia tournament in the city.”
“Really,” Logan’s gaze shifted from Mike Dearling to Shane. “Doesn’t that include a lot of teams from across the state?”
“Yeah,” Dearling nodded. “Should be good competition.”
“Sounds good,” his gaze settled on Billie. The tip of her tongue was slowly rimming the bottle in her hands and he was very aware that the bulge between his legs was going to grow to epic proportions if he didn’t do something.
He took a long drink from his beer and tried to think of other things. Simple things. Things that didn’t include crotch-less lingerie and peek-a-boo skirts.
“So, Logan, I was just telling Jason how cool this whole Skype thing is.”