“Yeah, you were drooling all over the wedding reception. Hell, I saw a few people slip on the fucking dance floor. It was pretty disgusting.”
“Nope. You’re not changing the subject. I’m sick of you hooking up with stupid bitches you don’t want because you’re afraid of getting played like you did by Kristen. Lark isn’t that bitch. She’ll treat you good and you need a chick to swoon over and write poetry for and paint and… Shit, you’re already painting her, aren’t you?”
“Fuck off, Coop.”
“Is she dressed in these paintings?” he asked, wiggling his brows.
“How would I know what she looks like naked?”
“Use your imagination. You know the parts on a chick.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“An idiot in love and it feels good. Feels solid like I have a part of my life that just fits. I didn’t even know I needed that part. Farah’s my girl and I think Lark could be yours. Even more than me, you need a girl, man. You need it because you’re a guy who has all that soft romantic shit in you and you have no place to put it. Get yourself that girl and make your life solid.”
“I don’t know her. I could have built up an idea of her that she can’t live up to.”
“I never had a clue with Farah. She didn’t make sense and I would get pissed when she did what I didn’t want her to do. Why couldn’t she just be my puppet? Even though she wasn’t what I thought she should be, she was perfect. She’s still perfect.”
“You really thinking about working on a kid? You just got married.”
“Want to do stuff now. Why the fuck wait?”
“When Jade’s sister had a kid, she couldn’t fuck for six weeks afterwards. Doctor’s orders. You going to wait six weeks?”
Cooper frowned like I was batshit crazy. “That sounds wrong. I can’t imagine my pop going six weeks without getting laid and the guy has four kids. That’s twenty four weeks without pussy. No, there must be an exception.”
Laughing at him, I couldn’t tell if he was kidding or not. Cooper finally stretched his arms along the back of the booth.
“Farah and I can play other ways. She’s really open to playing. Curious too.”
“I don’t need to know all that.”
“I’m proud of her, is all. Can’t a husband give his girl props for getting over her issues and loving all that I have to offer?”
“Again, too much info.”
“If you don’t make a move on Lark, I’m going to hook you two up. Don’t make me stoop to that shit, man. Bad enough I’m helping Tucker find a decent fuck for Bailey. I really don’t need to play matchmaker with you too.”
“I’ve got it handled.”
Cooper smirked. “Lark’s coming to your shop to get a tat fixed. You’re welcome for that.”
“What?” I muttered, frowning even if this idea interested me.
“She’s got a lame worm tat and needs it fixed. She works at that Denny’s and can’t afford it, so I said I would pay. I like paying for chicks to get nice tats. Makes me feel charitable.”
“It’s a worm?” I asked, wondering why Lark would have a fucking worm tattoo.
“Looks like one. I think it was supposed to be a butterfly. I can’t remember. Farah got all territorial and I about jizzed my pants.”
“Too much fucking info, man,” I said, emphasizing each word.
“Whatever. Just make sure you look your best when she shows up. I don’t want you scaring her away. She’s cute and available and I don’t want Vaughn messing with Lark. He’s trouble and will eat her alive.”
Even though I said nothing, Cooper started laughing. “You’re jealous.” Exhaling hard, I flipped him off again, but he just kept laughing. “Yeah, well, you better get that girl or I might set her up with someone from the club. Judd still gets weird around Mac. Need to get him a woman so Judd won’t kill him on accident one day,” Cooper said, air quoting “accident.”
Leaning back, I doodled on my napkin until I realized I was drawing Lark again. Cooper didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy frowning at his phone.
“Problem?”
“More shit from the Devils. They’re pushing and we’ll need to push back. Might need to call someone in to go to Tucson to handle the problem at the top.”
“Someone?”
“Don’t you worry. Business shit.”
“Now, you’re secretive. Where was this when you were talking about jazzing your pants.”
Cooper grinned, but I could tell he was tense. “I might need to get someone out of Memphis to handle the president of the Devils. Finish this shit for good. Don’t want to go that far, but they’re making our club look bad. Making me look bad and that makes Pop look bad.”
“You’ll figure it out. You know, being perfect and all.”
Cooper grinned. “It’s a burden, but I manage.”