Free Trust Game by Scarlet Wolfe Page B

are across from each other, so Kyle takes a chair between us.
    “So, Kyle, what brings you here tonight?” I ask before taking a drink.
    “I’m meeting some of the guys from work here.”
    I choke and barely manage to get my beer down.
    “Sis, are you OK?”
    “Yeah. Who’s all coming?” Flustered, I wait to here if Everett’s name is on the list.
    “All the Casteel brothers and a few guys from the shop. We come here a lot on Friday nights.”
    I glance to Becca, and she’s smirking. In minutes, she’s going to have two guys pining for her attention, and I’ll have to deal with Everett.
    “W e have your tables put together whenever you’re ready,” a pretty waitress says to Kyle.
    “Thanks, t hey should be here soon.” His expression changes to one of concern. I bet he’s recalling what I said about Travis.
    Sitting silently , I let him talk to Becca. My stomach is in knots as I wait for the stud to walk through the door. Will he try to speak to me? Of course, since he doesn’t care whatsoever if everyone in the world knows we’re screwing.
    I down my beer and offer to get us more. I’m supposed to be driving, but screw that. We’ll take a damn taxi. It’s hard enough to get through the day around him, but outside of the office, he violates all boundaries.
    After giving Kyle time to make his move, I go back to the table. I no sooner sit when it happens. It’s as if Everett has sonar ability.
    His gaze anchors to mine clear across the room. Then he sees Kyle. Holy shit. It never crossed my mind what he would think about Kyle sitting with me.

Chapter Twelve
    Everett
     
    I see Reese and feel my pulse kick up a notch. Then I see Kyle, and my blood pressure rises. He better have run into her here.
    “Um, why don’t you guys grab a beer, and I’ll find Kyle,” I say to my brothers.
    “He’s right there,” Roman points. My jaw clenches as I take a deep breath. “Damn, isn’t that Reese?”
    “Yeah, that’s her. I’m going to go talk to Kyle and see where we’re sitting.”
    “Damn, Becca is here, and I bet Kyle is moving in on her. I talked to her first, so he can forget it,” Travis says.
    This should get interesting. I stroll over to their table. “Hi, Everett,” Reese says with a nervous smile. Kyle’s head snaps up to me.
    “Hey, Everett. They have our tables ready. Um, would you want to join us?” he asks Becca.
    “Sure, that’d be great,” she answers before her eyes meet mine.
    “Oh, Everett, this is my sister, Becca.”
    I reach my hand out and shake hers. She’s a tinier, younger version of Reese, but with blue eyes instead of green and cute rather than sexy, like her sister.
    “I’m sure they have a big group, si s. We should probably stay here.” Reese is giving her sister a pleading look.
    “We’ll have plenty of room,” I say.
    “See, it’s all good,” Becca adds, grinning at Reese before she’s hopping out of her seat in a pair of tight jeans and a short, snug top. She’s obviously not as reserved in public as her sister.
    By the time Travis makes it over, Kyle is already sitting on one side of Becca, and Reese is on the other. I’ve taken the seat next to her, so Travis sits straight across from Becca.
    Leaning over, I whisper, “Tell me you didn’t come here to see Kyle.”
    She leans back and glares. “I can’t even believe you said that after this week.” Turning away, she takes a drink of her beer.
    “Is Ev still giving it to you?” Travis asks. What the hell? Reese spits her beer out. I shoot him a dirty look, and he suddenly appears panicked.
    “Ah shit, Reese, I didn’t mean it like that,” he says.
    She’s grabbing napkins, wiping h er mouth and the table. I hear giggling, so I glance over and find Becca covering her mouth in laughter.
    “Sarge told me Ev was being demanding and rude to you at work. That’s all I meant.” He’s searching her face for understanding. I might have to kick his ass later. Getting her composure, she