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entire situation had been hilarious and
sent over three more.
    “ Seriously, bro. Don’t,”
Parker chimes in, quickly popping tops off four bottles of beer and
passing them to one of our new waitresses. “Your help usually turns
into full on disaster.”
    Beau hits his chest with
his fist. “Hurts so bad.” A tall blonde, wearing a barely there
dress, sidles up to him, batting her lashes and placing a hand on
his arm. He smiles at her, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
Dude’s always got a different girl on his arm, but he’s always
polite to them. Always up front about what he wants.
    “ Hi, I’m Sophie, and I’d
love for you take me home tonight,” she says, smile toothpaste
commercial worthy.
    I bite back a laugh.
Apparently, advertising that you only want to hook-up and party
yields a ninety percent success rate. Doesn’t hurt that Beau’s rich
as hell either.
    “ Thanks, but no,” Beau
says and I blink. He’s turning down a sure thing?
    “ Oh c’mon, Beau,” Sophie
pouts, but it doesn’t sway him.
    “ I’m with my boys, honey.
Doesn’t seem right to not be able to give you the attention you
deserve.” Beau leans in and traces the neckline of Sophie’s shirt.
“Why don’t you give me your number and I’ll text you
later.”
    There’s the Beau I
recognize.
    Sophie smiles, taking the
phone that Beau holds out to her. She takes a picture of herself,
then types in her info and hands it back. “Better text me,” she
says, kissing his cheek.
    Beau winks at her right
before she saunters away, then his face turns serious. “How
much?”
    “ Depends on what you’re
willing to bet.”
    His grey eyes glint.
“Three. I’m feeling…reckless.”
    “ You’re in. But it’d
better be the good stuff this time or else I’ll beat your
ass.”
    “ Dude, you know
me.”
    “ Yeah, hence the
caveat.”
    “ The cavy-who?” Beau asks
with a frown.
    “ Just Google it, bro.”
Shaking my head, I walk away and take another drink order. The rest
of the night seems to go into fast forward—taking drink orders,
mopping up spills, taking out trash, replacing dirty mugs and
cashing out tabs. By the time I cut on the lights for last call,
I’m dead on my feet.
    Parker locks the door after
the last customer leaves. Only Beau and Wyatt remain. They set up
our usual table in the back, complete with a deck of cards, several
bags of tortilla chips, salsa and beer.
    It’s time.

Chapter Six
     
     
     
     
     
    Cole
    I nod at Parker. “Check
Beau’s stuff first.”
    Rolling his eyes, Beau
places a Target bag on the table. “Hurry up, man. I’ve been
jonesing for this shit.”
    Parker sifts through it,
pulling out the bags one by one and inspecting them carefully.
“Hmm. Smarties with an S this time and not a Z. Sure you didn’t
screw with it first?”
    Beau flips him off and the
rest of us laugh. He grabs the candy from my brother and stuffs all
but one back into the Target bag. “I’m so gonna kick your ass
tonight.”
    Parker makes kissing noises
at him. “Love it when you talk dirty to me. Please sir, may I have
some more?”
    I slice my gaze to Parker.
He’s a regular comedian. God, I wish I could get him out of this
town and into one of those Ivy League schools. Then again, what in
the hell would I do without him? With our mom living at Gentle
Winds, it’s up to us to pick up the pieces. Living. Ha. More like
drying out.
    Beau grumbles
unintelligibly into his beer and Wyatt picks up the stack of cards,
shuffling them and dealing us two each.
    Too bad my mother fell so
far that not even our rich grandparents will have anything to do
with us. They’ll pay for her treatments, but the rest….I slam my
bottle of beer down a little harder than necessary.
    I can feel everyone’s eyes
on me as I stare at my –I twist my lips—shithand of cards. I sneak
a glance and catch Wyatt giving Parker a look. Parker shrugs then
narrows his focus on his hand.
    We play a couple of rounds,
but I can’t