Page 342 of Property of Whiskey

I look.

Royal immediately finds something fascinating on the opposite wall.

Becki doesn’t bother pretending.

Sophie smiles into her drink.

Legend looks like he’d rather be shot than discuss another man’s feelings.

Bullet is with Kaylee near the other end of the clubhouse and genuinely ain’t paying attention.

Good man.

I turn back to Twila. “Let ‘em.”

She studies me. “You gonna start calling me yours now?”

“Already do in my head.”

“I knew it.”

“Club’s gonna too.”

“Yeah.”

“You gonna correct them?”

I look at her. “No.”

She smiles. “Thought so.”

I slide my hands around her waist again. “Got another problem.”

“What?”

“Property.”

Her eyes sharpen. “Don’t.”

I laugh. “Didn’t say shit.”

“You were thinking it.”

“Maybe.”

“Do not put Property of Whiskey on anything without asking.”

I raise both hands. “Noted.”

“I mean it.”

“Noted.”

“Whiskey.”

“What?”

“I wish I could believe you.”