After a moment, I remembered my cousins. “These ladies are my cousins, Spenser and Kansas.”

“Ladies,” Kansas said, amused.

Watts’ eyes lit up when he shook Kansas’s hand.

It was Zeke’s turn to introduce his friends. He waited a few more seconds until the rest joined us. “Watts, Fish, Sugar, Jew, Taco, Smitty, Scooter, Sancho, and Pup.”

“I’m Naomi, these are my cousins, Spenser and Kansas.”

“Interesting names,” Watts said.

“You should talk,” Spenser said, her gaze meeting Sugar’s.

“We’re an interesting family,” Kansas said.

“I bet,” Watts said with a grin.

“This is your crew?” I asked Zeke.

“Part of them,” Zeke said.

“Part of them?” Kansas said, scanning the crowd while she shook hands.

“We have a crew of nineteen. The others had things to do or wanted to rest. We just got back in.”

Spenser and Kansas finished shaking hands. Spenser got to Sugar last. She smiled, holding onto his hand while she talked. “I guess you brought the mountain back down with you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a slight Southern drawl. It was dark, but I was pretty sure he was blushing.

Sugar looked like an actor I’d seen in several movies who used to be one of those fancy for-show wrestlers. He was bald and huge but cut like he was training for a bodybuilding competition. His biceps were as big as Spenser’s head, and he was at least a head and a half taller than she was. I could also see a teaser of a massive tattoo on his upper arm that peeked from his short-sleeved shirt.

Spenser’s lashes batted. I’d never seen her cheeks flush, and I couldn't tell in the dim light, but I was pretty sure she was blushing.

“He looks like—”

“The Rock?” Zeke asked, amused. “I know. We missed an opportunity with the nickname, but he’s the biggest teddy bear. He could easily kill somebody, but he’d probably cry after.”

I breathed out a laugh, interested to see how more conversation with him and Spenser would go. Her last boyfriend, Greg, was the second-best sniper in our unit. He was known as the divider of the men from the boys and sent weaker recruits packing. I wasn’t sure Sugar could handle Spenser.

Jerry came over with a rag and carrying another high-top table. He set it down and began placing chairs. The hotshots went into action to help, moving tables around. The seating arrangement from a small square table and four chairs to enough tables to form a U shape with thirteen chairs. Jerry wiped them off, took orders, then patted my shoulder before returning to the bar.

Kansas eyed me for a moment then returned to being social again, laughing at something Watts had just said.

Zeke stood next to me, smiling at his friends chatting it up with my cousins.

“They remind me of you,” he said.