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“Sucks not to be as smart as me and barely need to study, doesn’t it?” Margot scowls at SJ as he jogs over and gives me a high-five. “Hey, Dad.”
“How was school?” I ask him.
“Fine.” He shrugs before taking a sip from his water bottle on the table.
“Just letting you guys know, I’m going out for a little tonight with Uncle River.”
“Oh sweet, for the game? Can I come?” SJ asks.
“Nice try.” I chuckle. “And you need to be in bed at halftime.”
“Daaad, come on,” he groans.
“Sawyer,” I warn.
I sense movement in my periphery and when I turn, I see Margot making a face at him telling him torelax. I narrow my eyes at her. “I don’t want him up until eleven-thirty when he has school tomorrow.”
“One day won’t kill him!” Margot says.
I roll my eyes, very used to being ganged up on by my two oldest children. “If you stay up, I don’t want to hear a word about you being tired tomorrow.” I point at him.
“Oh bet!”
“Not. one. word.” I point at him and he cheers before going back to his soccer ball.
“You’re annoying,” I tell her and she gives me a grin.
“You love me!”
I press a kiss to her forehead. “The most,” I tell her like I have ever since she was a kid.
“Love you the most,” she responds before she turns her head back to SJ. “Let’s go fourteen, even I could have made that shot!” She giggles and I snap my eyes to SJ and he looks at me innocently before making an obvious show of shooting her his index finger.
“You good, Row? You’re kind of quiet,” River asks me and I shake my head before taking a sip of my beer.
“Yeah, just a long day. Long week, really.”
“I hear you.” He smiles at the bartender who he’s been flirting with ever since we sat down, and she shoots him another coy grin.
“River Kincaid,” she says as she stands in front of us, “this is the second time this week. Are you in love with me?” Her blonde hair is pulled back into a sleek ponytail and her blue eyes are so striking even I do a doubletake. Her lips are painted bright red and all it does is make me think of Elianna’s lips and my recent obsession with wanting to taste them.
“Is it that obvious?” He leans forward and bites his bottom lip as he drags his eyes up and down over her salaciously. “What time are you off tonight?”
“I close tonight but I have an early class tomorrow.” She tears off a piece of receipt paper before writing something on it. “Maybe this weekend? I’m not working Saturday.” She giggles before sliding it to him.
“I’ll text you.” He smirks and she nods before walking away and I give him a look.
“An early class? How old is she?”
“She’s a senior, relax.” He shrugs still staring after where she disappeared.
My eyebrows practically shoot to my hairline. “A WHAT?”
He turns to look at me and groans. “In college…calm down!”
I put a hand over my heart because while eighteen is a little young even for my brother, I really can’t be too sure. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Speaking of younger women…” He blinks at me.