“Everything okay?” Nelly asks as she takes a seat at the booth and grabs one of the untouched appetizers.
I look back at Jasmine one more time and try to take a calming breath. Three guys? Who the f**k are these guys they are going to meet? A quick look at Mace tells me he’s thinking the same thing as me. I don’t need to be his identical twin to read his mind and know we’re sharing the same thought.
“Sorry if I ran your friends off. Dang, these pretzel bites are good.”
“It’s all right,” I say, although it’s anything but. I should have known we’d end up at the same bar, but asking Nelly to meet us here was just shitty timing. I guess that’s the story of my life with Jasmine.
Mace and I take a seat on the same side of the table while the waiter comes over and takes our drink order, along
