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Doing It Over (Most Likely To #1) Page 41
Author: Catherine Bybee

Wyatt asked Josie for a beer . . . something to nurse while he listened to what he was sure was going to be a slurred, enlightening conversation about the opposite sex.

“What is up with all the bikers in here tonight?” Wyatt asked after taking a seat.

“Couldn’t tell ya. Maybe some kind of rally up the coast.”

That sounded about right, only those usually happened closer to the end of summer when the weather in California became unbearable and the north looked more appealing for those driving with two wheels and no doors.

Most of the time, the bike rallies consisted of middle-aged businessmen wearing black leather and revisiting their younger days. This crowed looked a little less like lawyers and doctors and a little more like the real thing. Hence the out of place timing for the up the coast drive. Then again, who knew?

Josie brought their drinks and put a big glass of water next to Luke’s whiskey. “In case you think hydration might be a good idea for the morning,” she said with a wink.

“Oh, baby . . . you’re so thoughtful.”

Josie rolled her eyes. “I just don’t wanna hear about your puking in Wyatt’s truck.” She glanced at Wyatt. “It is a nice truck.”

Wyatt laughed. “Thanks, Josie.”

“Hey, lady . . . we need another round,” one of the leather wearing strangers called over the music to capture Josie’s attention.

She rolled her eyes. “It’s going to be a long night.”

Before Wyatt could process the energy in the room, Luke started in. “The problem with women . . .” His words trailed off.

“Boobs?” Wyatt joked in an effort to keep the conversation light.

Luke lost his train of thought, Wyatt could tell by the sliding up of the edges of his mouth. “She has the best rack. And that red dress.” He again pointed with his drink. “She knows I loved her in red.”

“So we’re clear . . . tonight’s lack of sobriety is about Zoe.”

There was a sigh and a sip of his drink. “She left again. I thought maybe, with Mel coming home . . . maybe. Damn it.”

Wyatt let Luke linger in his depression for a few minutes. “Seems like there is a lot of drama here for her. Her family . . .”

“I wanna kick Zane’s ass.”

Good thing Luke’s father had ridden with them that day. No telling what shape Zane and Luke would have been in had he not. “We all wanted to kick his ass.”

“He wasn’t like that. Jo says he’s been in and out of trouble. Petty shit mostly, but damn. Sheryl doesn’t need that.”

“She can kick him out.”

Luke shook his head. “Never gonna happen. Zoe always said her mom was afraid to live alone. That’s why she always put up with her daddy’s shit. I don’t think any of that has changed.”

“Well maybe that’s why Zoe needs to live somewhere other than River Bend.”

Luke narrowed his eyes. “I’m not following you.”

“Maybe living alone is Zoe’s rebellion. To avoid falling into her mom’s life.” And since when did Wyatt become a family therapist? He tilted back his beer and glanced around the bar.

“You know somethin’, Wyatt . . . you might be right.”

“Or you might be drunk.”

Luke let his dimples show. “Oh, I’m wasted . . . but Zoe avoiding her mom’s life. That . . . that makes sense.”

“Considering how many of her friends are here, I’d think there has to be something equally powerful keeping her away. Doesn’t seem like her life in Texas sucks, but she didn’t exactly brag about it either.”

“No. She’s doing great. Really great.”

Even in Luke’s drunken self-pity, Wyatt could see the respect he had for the woman that drove him to the bar early on a Thursday night.

A loud noise interrupted their pause in conversation.

Apparently Luke wasn’t the only one in the bar overindulging. From the placating smile on Josie’s face as she passed the loud party next to the jukebox, she was earning her tips the hard way.

“There’s a weird vibe in here tonight.” Wyatt returned his attention to Luke.

Luke ignored his comment. “Ever been to Texas? With a name like Wyatt . . .”

He nodded. “It’s flat and hot.”

“Humid.”

“You’ve been?”

“Once,” Luke said, without elaborating. Lost in his thoughts, Luke finished his drink and looked around.

“How about the water? Save my truck.” Wyatt nudged his friend’s arm with his.

“Yeah.”

Luke drank the water slower. “Any word from Melanie’s ex?”

Wyatt shook his head. “Not that I’ve heard.”

“Not sure if that’s good.”

“You think he’s going to cause her trouble?”

“I think he’s already caused her trouble and I don’t think people change all that much.” Even drunk, Luke made sense.

The next track on the jukebox screamed off the walls of the bar. Someone had found the volume control and was doing their best to have a rock concert in the small space. When Luke caught his head in his hands Wyatt suggested they leave.

“You stay here, I’ll settle up with Josie.”

Luke pointed two fingers in the air and offered a drunken grin.

“You guys are leaving?” Josie asked instead of telling Wyatt what they owed.

“Gotta get him home before he passes out.”

Josie stood on her tiptoes and glanced around the bar. “Can you just give me like ten minutes? I think I’m gonna call Jo, have her swing by.”

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