Snacks & Jockstraps (The Men of Haven Grove #3)

Chapter 1

Casey Joe Riggs

“I could have died, and my house burned down. Pour me a damn shot, it’s my birthday.

” I tapped the shot glass on the bar at the Riggs Family Roadhouse.

My oldest son, Henry, ran the place. He was damn good at what he did too.

One of the best bartenders around—could mix up pretty much any drink a person asked for.

He came up with great menus, was a pretty dang good cook, and kept the place running smoothly.

For someone who didn’t really like a lot of people, Henry could small talk with the best of them. Pretty much everyone loved Henry.

“Dad,” Henry started, but he stopped when someone sat down beside me. Based on the schmoopy grin filling Henry’s face, I had no doubt the new arrival was my future son-in-law, Jack.

“Better save room for your birthday cake and cocktail,” Jack said as he elbowed me.

The kid was adorable, and he’d somehow wormed his way into my heart.

While I pretty much felt like I’d failed miserably with my own boys, Henry and Hudson, Jack coming to Haven Grove had breathed a bit of new life into me.

He was younger than Henry by about ten years, but the two of them had clicked from the first moment Jack walked into the Roadhouse.

Jack hadn’t had the best childhood or teen years—he really missed out on having positive male role models in his life—so he’d taken to me showing him things like a father figure should have. It was a win-win situation because Jack learned things he needed to know, and I kinda got a second chance.

But Jack also took on the role of a third son, and the last thing I needed was three sons and my best friend nagging me about my health and the dangers of drinking.

“It’s a second shot,” I said, tapping the glass on the bar again.

“I didn’t ask for the entire bottle.” I was well aware I needed to be taking better care of myself, but sometimes my past—and a sad excuse of a future if I stuck to the path I was on—caught me off guard and sent me spiraling a bit.

Turning another year older wasn’t helping things.

Henry drew in a deep breath as his eyes traveled from me to Jack.

I felt the shrug of Jack’s shoulder next to me.

Henry poured the shot. They’d been working together for a bit now—Henry manning the Roadhouse and Jack running Cake so welcoming.”

I flipped him off.

“Who’s that?” Hudson asked Lance.