No Bad Days by J. Sterling

Author:J. Sterling [Sterling, J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Mail Call

Jess

Nick had introduced me to his brothers as his girlfriend. I knew that’s what I was, but hearing it come out of his mouth when talking to his family made me feel even more special, if that was possible.

“All right, everyone. Last call!” Frank shouted from behind the bar as he rang the bell that hung from a rope, the tattoos on his right arm peeking out from underneath his gray shirt.

Ryan laughed and shouted, “You don’t have to go home!” Then he waved at the crowd and they yelled in response, “But you can’t stay here!”

Everyone in the bar cheered as I looked around, my eyes wide at the choreographed chaos that surrounded me.

“Here you go, sweetheart. I hope you like it.” Ryan smirked before placing the light yellow drink in front of me and hustling down toward the other end of the crowded bar.

Nick watched as I tilted the glass toward my lips, taking the tiniest of sips without even smelling it first. “Ooh.”

“Good?” he asked.

The citrus hit my throat, along with a few other flavors I couldn’t even begin to place. “It’s delicious,” I said, taking a gulp.

“I thought you’d like it.”

“Ryan!” the woman next to me shouted, and his head jerked toward the sound.

“Yes, m’lady?” Ryan said as he stopped in front of her.

“I’d like one last Adios,” she shouted, and the rest of the girls in the bar yelled, “Pantelones” in unison with her.

Again, I had no idea what was going on, but Ryan winked at me, his sun-streaked hair falling in his eyes, before pulling his shirt off and tossing it near the register behind him.

Nick rolled his eyes, but the smile never left his face as he leaned toward me. “Every freaking night.”

I cocked my head. “Every freaking night, what? He takes his shirt off? I don’t get it?” I tried counting the well-defined abs that were now on display for everyone to enjoy.

“At the end of the night, if a woman orders an Adios Pantelones, Ryan takes his shirt off and makes the drink before he sends them home.”

Confused, I said, “But the drink means take your pants off, not your shirt, right?”

Nick laughed. “Could you imagine if he took his pants off? Frank would kill him, and guys would stop coming here. The idiot takes off his shirt because it makes the girls go all swoony and dumb. And they always come back.”

My jaw dropped open slightly. I could see how that might happen, but didn’t want to admit that to Nick. If I weren’t so into him, I’d definitely come here for the eye candy. The Fisher brothers—these guys should be gracing magazine covers and online websites the world over. They were that good looking.

And the swooning over them that was going on right now, I completely understood it. I just happened to favor the youngest one. Thank God he didn’t work at the bar.

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