Chapter 65: LOGAN

The night wasn't turning out to be half bad. Everyone seemed to be having a good time except Ty, who seemed to be grumbling in his beer.

He had his eye on Vicky the whole time even though he was slick about it, and thank fuck; she had ignored my little upstart's suggestion that she dance with the next man who asked her to. I wasn't trying to get kicked out of the only decent watering hole in a ten-mile radius.

So it didn't look like Ty was gonna fold tonight, but there was still a lot of fodder for my shits and giggles. Like Dani trying to convince Con that it was okay for her to have half a glass of wine, and him having a conniption, funny shit. Or the way Cord was mooning into his mug like he'd lost his best friend, good times.

"It's already late." What the fuck? Vanessa's raised voice came out of left field.

"I said you're not going, and that's final."