Brent kept talking about Zen and aromatherapy and how he’d backpacked and hitchhiked through the back ass of nowhere for a year. He was a chatterbox, especially for a man. Not that men couldn’t enjoy conversation, but this guy was the conversation.

“When I met my spirit animal, that’s when I really found myself. He’s with me all the time now.”

For real? I nodded.

Again.

“What about you?”

I lifted my brow. Was he actually asking me to speak? I hoped he didn’t think my spirit animal was with me at the moment.

“Never backpacked,” I said. And never would, thanks very much.

“You should try it. It’s such an amazing experience. Pure Zen.”

Good thing I didn’t like the wine he’d chosen, or I’d be getting drunk again tonight. Anything to make his stories more interesting. I’d just had a great massage and a shower and steam. I should be more relaxed than I was.

Probably because my body was hyperaware of the handsome man still sitting at the bar with his equally handsome brothers.

I itched to dump Brent and walk over to Rock. If he sat me down on a bar stool and took me right here in public, I doubted I’d object. I was squirming already just thinking about it.

Which meant I had to get out of here.

“I’m sorry, Brent. I’ve got an early day tomorrow, and I need to go over a lot of depositions tonight.”

“Oh. I’m not quite finished.”

Of course he wasn’t. He’d been talking the entire time I was eating. “I’m sorry. I really do have to go.” I flagged down our server. “Could I get my check, please?”

“No need,” she said. “Both of your tabs have been paid.”

I widened my eyes. “What?”

“Mr. Wolfe over at the bar took care of it.”

“Mine too?” Brent lifted his brow.

“For the table,” she said. “Gave me a very generous tip too. I hope I earned it.”

“Of course. You’ve been great.” I stood. “Goodbye, Brent.”

“Wait,” he said. “Do you know that guy?”

“He’s a friend,” I said.

“We should go thank him.”

“Uh…I’ll thank him. You go ahead and finish your dinner. I’ll be sure to tell him how grateful you are.” And how cheap.

“I thought you had to leave?”

“I do. I’ll just pop over and say thanks first. Thank you for a lovely time, Brent.” I tried not to sound too sarcastic.

I didn’t want to interrupt Rock and his brothers, but I did need to say thank you. And to tell him never to undermine my date again. Not that I’d ever go out with Brent and his spirit animal again. Threesomes weren’t my jam.

The three Wolfes were deep in conversation when I approached.