"If you're going to help yourself…" Pick's voice was dry, "then keep your damn trap shut about the label."
"Hey, I wasn't complaining. I dig cheap beer. And talking about cheap, you remember the chick who came into the bar to see you the other night? You gave her some cash and sent her on her way."
"Yeah," Pick said suspiciously. "What about her?"
"That was one cheap, easy broad. I'm telling you, all I bought her was a snow cone and she went down on me right there in the parking lot. Then she followed me home and screwed me every which way 'til Monday."
"You . . . " Pick didn't seem to know what to say to that. Then he finally asked, "You didn't give her any drugs, did you?"
"What?" Ten's voice was full of clueless confusion. "No! I don't do drugs. Why would you even ask that? Wait, is that why she was at Forbidden to see you? Oh, dude. Are you a drug dealer?"
"Oh, Jesus. Really? If I was the one giving her money, why would I be the drug dealer?"
"Shit. So she's a drug dealer?"
"No. Damn. Just . . . shut up. Neither of us deal drugs."
"Then why did you bring up drugs? And why were you giving her money? Who the fuck is she?" Ten was beginning to sound alarmed.
"I brought up drugs because she used to be a crack whore. I was making sure you didn't give her anything. And I gave her money because she's my wife."
I slapped my hand over my mouth as it dropped open in shock. But, wow. I hadn't expected that answer. Neither had any of the guys, apparently. A pregnant pause floated through the window before Ten exploded. "I fucked your wife?"
Then Mason, Gamble, and Quinn shouted together. "You're married?"
"Oh, shit." Ten's voice sounded hollow. "I knew you had a kid, but since when are you married? How the hell can you be married? You're like the biggest man-whore I know."
"I'm not the biggest man-whore you know." Pick sounded insulted. "You're the biggest man-whore you know. All you see is me driving drunk girls home from the bar every other night. I don't actually sleep with any of them. What kind of ass takes advantage of an inebriated lady?"
"I don't know," Gamble murmured thoughtfully. "Some of them are pretty persuasive. They can get hard to resist."
"Literally." Ten snorted at the pun.
"You're cracking jokes, Ten?" Mason asked. "Really? Right after learning you cuckolded poor Pick?"
"No," Pick was quick to reassure. "Tris and I don't have that kind of marriage. I mean, I've certainly never gone there with her. She's more like a sister to me. I'm just helping her out with insurance until she and her kid get back on their feet."
"So, the kid's not yours either?" Ten asked.
"Not . . . technically. But I'm probably going to be the only dad he'll ever know, so it doesn't really matter who donated the sperm to make him."
"And you've never fucked her? Ever? So, I still haven't had any of your leftovers."
Wow, was that what worried him most? I sniffed. That Ten guy was a piece of work.
"No." Pick's answer sounded a lot more good-natured than my own would have been. "She and I have never . . . and will never. Frankly, I'm shocked even you wanted her. She's not exactly . . . "
"Dude, I'll fuck anything with tits who'll willingly spread her legs for me. I don't care what she looks like. And shame on you for caring so much about appearance. It's a wonder all the ladies go so ga-ga over you, you prejudiced prick."
Pick made an aggravated sound. "Hey, fuck you. I wasn't talking about her appearance, dumb ass. I was going to say she's not very nice."
"Oh. That. Well . . . " A grin laced Ten's tone. "You screw a dazed smile onto a girl's face and the bitch comes. Get it? It comes right out of her."
"Okay, okay. Enough talk about sleeping with Pick's wife already," Gamble scolded. "Damn, Ten." He must've turned to Mason next because he said, "Lowe, change the subject. What's been going on with you? How're you and your old lady after that cougar came by the bar?"
I held my breath because I hadn't even thought of Mrs. Garrison since Mason and Reese had gotten engaged. I'd been a little preoccupied with my new piece of heaven on earth. Checking on her, I leaned over to watch her sleep in her crib, and wow . . . She was just so precious.
"She let me put a ring on her finger," Mason was saying outside, "so I'd say we're doing fine."
The pride in his voice made me smile. It was just so nice to know how much he loved Reese. I liked seeing her happy. Reaching out, I stroked Skylar's soft cheek. She stirred and began to wake. Since it was past time to feed her anyway, I leaned over the railing and pulled her into my arms before opening my shirt to give her some breakfast.