Logan slaps me upside the head. “Idiot.”
I rub the back of my skull. “Ouch, that hurt.”
“If you like her so much, Loges, why don’t you go after her? Though you are a little old…” Nova bites down on her lip to save from laughing.
Logan is forty-three, five years older than Brew, and seven years older than Haze.
“You mean, she’s a little young?” Logan corrects. “And I’m not gonna say no if she parades those tits in my face.”
Nova scrunches her nose. “Ew, but I also think you’re in luck. Loganberry. She’ll shake those silicone sacks for anyone, right Sawyer?” Her gaze lands on me, one brow piqued.
Ah, so she’s still not over that. Cute.
I raise both hands in the air in surrender. “Hey, don’t blame me. I didn’t do shit. It isn’t my fault I’m the best lookin’ guy in the room and chicks just throw themselves at me.”
I dodge another slap upside the head from Logan, but I’m antagonizing Nova, and I’m fully focussed on what she thinks of that. Of course, I’m joking, but do her nostrils flare just a little?
“Uh, huh, if you like brainless bimbos,” Nova throws back.
“Now, now, not all of those girls are brainless.” Haze wags a finger at her. “Some of them are just into a lot of dicks.”
Brew sprays his coffee all over the table as he chokes at Haze’s comment. Logan rears back so he doesn’t get any on him. And I’m still staring at Nova, who won’t look at me.
“Or they’re misunderstood,” I say. “Somewomen don’t know what they’re lookin’ for, so they go searchin’ for it. Granted, some of them may also wear really tiny shorts and barely there halter tops, but us guys can also parade around half naked and nobody says shit about it.”
Nova finally glances at me. “Is that you trying to be relatable? Boring.” She drags out that last word, yawning as she says it.
No, Princess, I’m just trying to get a rise out of you, and I’m a dick for doing that.
“Please don’t parade around half naked,” Brew manages as Logan pats him on the back. He’s still sputtering. “I think we’ve all seen enough obscenity for one week.”
“I don’t know,” Nova sings. “Some of those bikers are pretty hot. Chains. Rip. Wheels.”
Brew points at her. “Rip and Wheels are prospects, don’t even think about it or you’ll be responsible for them bein’ buried out in the desert up to the neck with flesh eatin’ ants slowly nibblin’ away at them. Do you want that on your conscience?”
“Are we doin’ that now?” Logan asks. “Nobody told me we were goin’ out to the desert.”
Haze turns to Brew. “Wow, you’ve really thought about that.”
Brew shrugs. “I saw it once in a Western movie.”
“Jesus,” Logan mutters.
“I’m a grown woman, and I can do whatever I want,” Nova throws back. I love it when she stands up to them, it’s hilarious. “I don’t have to ask any of you for permission.”
“Uh, that’s where you’re wrong,” Haze pipes up. “When it comes to prospects, any ol’ lady or club sister — which in the grand scheme of things,you are— means you’re off limits tothem. Punishable by death. Surely you don’t want blood on your hands?”
Nova just rolls her eyes. “Spare me the lecture.”
Logan chuckles.
“Why?” Brew says, suddenly interested. “You’re not really into Chains are you? He’s like a goddamn bloodhound. You really wanna be with a man whose main claim to fame is jugglin’ coconuts and singin’ ‘put the lime in the coconut and call me in the mornin’, trust me on that, it’s bad.”
I burst out laughing.
Nova tries to keep a straight face. “Some of the girls say he’s good in bed.”
I quit laughing immediately. Okay, I’m now discovering I have a jealous streak, who knew?