Chapter 28
TWENTY-EIGHT
LEVI
WIENERLICIOUS
While I'd like to say I revolted against our first stop, Rachel and Lexi scare me a little. Edit— a lot.
They decided the initial destination for Kristina was The Wienerlicious Male Review Club.
Was that anywhere on my fucking radar ever?
Hell no, but again, scared of the girls and fairly certain they could successfully dispose of my body.
The only silver lining to this shit show was the pretty girl with who seemed to take a peek at me from time to time.
She was a magnet so where she went, I would follow.
She stood around a tall table next to the stage sipping on something; I was jealous of her straw.
What made her even more irresistible was the fact that she had no idea how beautiful she was.
Her auburn hair and out of control curls framed her light skin and made her baby blues almost glow in comparison.
Her shirt was nicely filled out, sue me, and those jeans hugged the good stuff to perfection.
As if feeling my eyes on her, she glanced my way and a little grin made its way across those pink lips that made me want to throw her over my shoulder like a caveman and take her away from here.
Evan and I took a seat at the bar, and Royce sat a few stools away from us. Ruby red lights shined a devilish glow on the room as drinking and laughing seemed to be on like Donkey Kong.
I’d never been in a male dancer situation before, but the jam-packed Colorado club had a literal pulse of its own with women as far as the eye could see hootin’ and hollerin’ for the gent on the stage thrusting to Million Dollar Baby.
Lexi walked over next to us and ordered a round of shots from the shirtless fella behind the bar. As she waited her glare settled on me.
“You're the designated driver, quit drinking.”
Evan shot her a grin. “Lex, We drove the rental van. I'm driving so a beer or two for Levi is fine.”
She leaned in close. “I mean it, don't you go near Allison. You hear me?”
I sat back and held her eyes for a moment. “I do hear you.”
“Good. Because I’ve watched so many Criminal Minds episodes, I can make your death look like Santa Clause did it.”
She walked away with a tray of shots in her hand as Evan leaned over. “I still can't believe you came here knowing what Colorado had in store.”
“I realize I should’ve told you.”
“This whole thing went completely sideways back then. You're keeping it cool, right?”
I took a long drink of my beer. “Oh yeah, totally cool.”
“Really? Because I feel like your survival rate has decreased significantly since the arrival of our group.” He clinked his cup of water against my beer bottle.
“Here’s to you, because if you don’t keep your damn eyes off Allie, this whole thing unravels tonight.
I’m sure you don’t want your last stop ever to have been at The Wienerlicious strip joint. ”
Evan sounded cool, but he knew better than most what she could do to me. He’d literally put me back together when I went to live with his family.
“I hear you. And I won’t be dead tonight.”
My eyes found their table through the crowds of crazy ladies to see Lexi flipping me the bird before Evan roared with laughter. “Ya sure about that buddy? I think the only focus tonight should be on keeping the peace.”
“If Coke and Pepsi can’t even be in the same restaurant together, there’s no chance of peace anywhere.”
“Come on, Levi. You need to keep everything in check. Just embrace the attitude of a child and play nice.”
“You knew me as a kid. If I try to embrace my inner child the little asshole will bite me.”
“You just need to stay away from Allie.”
“Don’t worry. I’m putting together a plan.”
“To stay safe and healthy?”
I leaned up and awaited his reaction. “A plan to get her back before we leave Colorado.”
He groaned. “No. Terrible idea.” His eyes were intense. “Rachel’s a sweetie, but I know what she’s capable of. You back off right now. If you still feel it in a few months, go to her then.”
I took another long drink while holding his eyes which seemed to wrangle up a little panic in my cousin. “Levi, I need your promise you won’t fuck this trip up.”
“Fine, I promise not to fuck up anything.”
I felt there was at least a seventy percent chance I was spitting the truth.