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Merit: Lunch? You and me? Why?

Loyal: To eat food Why else?

Merit: Are you dying?

He frowned at his phone and gave a grunt of annoyance

Loyal: No, dipshit Can’t two brothers go to lunch?

Merit: Asher and I have done lunch You and Asher have done lunch Me and you? We don’t do lunch

Loyal: We do today

Merit: Seriously How ot left? Is it a brain tumor? An aneurism about to burst? Testicular cancer?

Loyal seriously second-guessed his offer even as he replied: Shut the fuck up and meet me at Nick’s in half an hour

Merit: That’s the Loyal I know C ya in a few

He rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys

His youngest brother strolled into the pub fivelike he’d rolled out of bed and tossed on the first pair of ripped jeans and sweatshirt he picked up off the floor

Loyal raised his glass of Black Maple Hill froed out of his leather jacket and took a seat as their red-headed waitress paused on her way by to ask his drink order He requested a beer, and she pro on to the next table with her tray of food Merit turned his head to watch her go, his gaze locked on the skin-tight fit of denim across her curvy backside

“Hey,” Loyal greeted wryly as he lifted his bourbon for a sip

“Hey,” he returned as he twisted back around “You notice if she’s wearing a ring?”