Liam smiled his most charming smile. “I’ve tried, mate. She doesn’t want me. I’m an excellent wingman. Ask Jack.”

All of Jack’s teeth gleamed when he smiled. “Truth.”

One corner of Tyler’s mouth curled up, and then he looked at me. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a man I vaguely remembered stumbled into the table.

“Maddox!” he slurred, slapping Tyler’s shoulder. His fingers curled over the top of Tyler’s flannel shirt and dug in.

“Look!” he said, spittle flying from his mouth when he spoke. “It’s the girl who kicked me in the balls!”

“Todd Mercer,” I said, his clue helping me recall. “I’d love to do that for you again.”

A sour look came over his face. “Ellie, right?”

Tyler shrugged away from Todd’s grip and sighed. “I’m busy, Mercer. I’ll kick your ass later.”

“Why?” Sugar asked, exasperated. “You get your ass kicked every time, Mercer. Every. Time.”

Liam’s eyes sparked, amused. “You kicked him in the balls, Ellie?”

“I was trying to keep him from getting killed by Tyler.”

“Killed.” Todd snorted.

Liam wasn’t impressed. “Who invited this drongo?”

Todd’s nose wrinkled. “What does that even mean? Speak English!”

Liam stopped smiling, trading a look with Jack.

“Move along, Mercer. Your balls will thank me,” I said.

The crew chuckled, and Todd stood up tall, puffing out his chest and suddenly lucid. “You’re pretty fucking mouthy for a seasonal whore reduced to begging locals for drinks.”

After a short stunned silence, chairs squealed against the floor as the Alpine Hotshots rose to their feet. Todd scanned the crew, taking a step back.

The crew’s faces were severe, none more menacing than Tyler’s.

“Maddox!” Annie yelled over the music.

“It’s okay,” I said, standing. I leaned across the table, tugging on Tyler’s shirt.

“The fuck it is,” Tyler said, glowering at Todd.

“No need to be rude, mate,” Liam said.

“Maddox,” Jubal said. He shook his head. “We’re having a good time, and this drunk idiot isn’t going to ruin it for everyone.” He pointed at Todd. “Get the hell out of here. Final warning.”

Tyler glanced at Liam. “Keep the girls over there.”

Liam nodded once.

Todd opened his mouth to speak, but before he could form another word, Tyler lunged at him. Suddenly, the entire bar was a swarm of violent commotion, swinging arms, yelling, and entire groups of men moving one way or the other as they shoved against one another.

Liam pulled Jojo close and stretched his arm across my chest, angling his body in front of us for protection but clearly entertained.

“No!” Jojo yelled as a table buckled and crashed to the floor. “Oh, Daddy is going to be so pissed.”