My mouth goes slack. “Are you serious? How did I not know that?”
He shrugs. “It’s no big deal.”
“It is.”
The prospect brings my drink and Keno’s beer.
I lift my glass. “Here’s to you. Happy birthday, Keno.”
“Thanks.” He clinks his bottle to my glass. He leans closer to me. “I love that dress, Maggie, but any guy in here lays a hand on you, I’ll have to kill him.”
I roll my eyes. “No, you don’t.”
He flashes his teeth at me. “I do. So do me a favor and don’t smile at anyone else. Deal?”
“Deal.”
We both drink to that.
“How’s your drink?” Rock asks. “Did that kid get it right?”
“It’s delicious.”
“Good.”
After a while, I excuse myself and ask where the bathroom is.
Keno snags a woman’s hand. “Hey, Lola. Show Maggie where the restroom is, will ya?”
“Sure thing, Keno.” She smiles at me. “Come on, doll. It’s this way.”
She’s a tall blonde with long legs and hair to her ass. I follow her down a hall that’s much quieter.
“Who are you here with?” I ask.
“I’m Rock’s daughter. My ol’ man is Memphis.”
“Oh, wow. I had no idea Rock had a daughter.”
“Yep. So, you and Keno?”
“Well, he’s an old friend from home.”
“Really? And where is home?”
“Just outside New Orleans?”
“Did you date?”
“Us? No. He was my two older brothers’ best friend.”
She gives me a wink. “Oooh. The older brother’s best friend. That’s hot.”
“We were never an item. I mean there was one kiss, but that was it.”
“Well, it looks like that’s not it anymore. That boy is hot for you.”
“No, you’re mistaken.”