“Oh, I am going to have one more drink, then leave.”
He looks at me with wide eyes.
“And I guarantee she will be over here before I can walk out that door.”
I spend the next twenty minutes watching her. Every now and then, her eyes flick to mine. And for the first time in six months, I want a woman.
“I should get going.”
“It’s barely even nine,” Mason complains.
“And Noah got his drunk ass picked up an hour ago. I’m sure you can dial up your friends and have them here in no time. But I need at least eight hours of sleep to fight the hangover I know I’m going to have. And I need to work in the morning.”
“You work too much.”
I shrug. “Thanks for getting me out here tonight.”
“That was all Owen. I just supported getting you drunk.”
“See you at dinner Sunday?”
He laughs. “Yeah right. Dad had enough words for me last time.”
I nod. “Maybe next time.”
“Don’t get your hopes up.”
I slip my suit jacket on and watch Mason. I can see the darkness hovering over him. The battle he fights daily for our dad to accept that he isn’t like us. He isn’t a lawyer, a detective, or a doctor. He’s an artist and his free spirit and wild antics are too much for our dad to take sometimes.
I toss a few bills on the bar. “Enjoy your night, Mase.”
He looks at the cash. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know.”
He smiles at me as I head to the door, phone in hand as I pull up a rideshare app.
“Leaving so soon?” a sweet voice says.
I turn to her. “You’re welcome to come along.”