“Not too bad,” I say, lowering my gaze to her perfect ass that I’d love to bury my face in.

“Let’s see how you do now,” she taunts, turning to face me. “Though, you have an unfair advantage.”

I shoot her a look as I get into place. “How so?”

“You’ve done this before and have more arm strength than I do.” She twirls a curly strand of her strawberry-blond hair and looks up at me with sweet doe eyes.

Though she’s anything but innocent. A cock tease is more like it.

“Don’t gimme that look. I’m not goin’ easy on ya just because we’re on a date,” I tell her.

She rolls her eyes. “I’d hardly call this a date.”

My brows shoot up in offense. “We ate at a nice restaurant, and now we’re drinkin’ and havin’ a good time at a bar. This is the most date-like date I’ve ever had.”

She snorts. “It doesn’t count when I bought it.”

“Never told ya to bid on me, babe.” I shrug, knowing damn well she nearly threw elbows to win me.

“True, but I like to keep my word.”

“Didn’t matter to me, Hads. Kane’s the one who’s pissed,” I remind her, then immediately feel bad when her smile fades into a frown. “Don’t worry, he’ll eventually get over it.”

I try to reassure her, but I also know better. Kane begrudgingly went out with Sarah Cooke weeks ago, and he was an asshole for days afterward. But since Hadleigh’s work schedule and mine never coordinated, it took a couple of months before we could plan something.

“Well, show me your moves, Bishop,” Hadleigh taunts, stepping out of the way so I can throw.

“You couldn’t handle my moves,” I say, narrowing my gaze on the target in front of me. I reach back, then whip the axe. We both watch as it hits dead center.

“Ugh, you suck.” She scoffs.

I turn to face her, grabbing my nearly empty beer bottle. “Guess you owe me.”

She scowls as I remind her of our deal. The loser buys the next round.

“First, I spend three fifty for this damn date, and now I have to buy you a beer?”

I shrug in amusement and notice how Hadleigh’s biting her lower lip, something she’s been doing all night. She’s always been a little bit of a flirt, but hell, so am I. Kane’s the one who’s in love with her, yet he treats her like a fragile doll that might break. I know he means well, but I can tell Hadleigh isn’t a precious princess and doesn’t want to be coddled like one.

I’d be willing to bet she likes it rough.