Lone Wolves

Chapter three

"Mack. I don't want a drink alright?" Aaron snarled slightly as Mack chivvied him into the pub. "Come on...it'll turn that frown upside down. And I'm sure hubby prefers yer when you're smiling? I know I certainly do." Mack grinned at him flirtatiously as he rolled his eyes. "Consider it a thank you for the lend of that motor earlier. Turned out to be a very lucrative deal. I made double ma money and met a gorgeous wee hen. Don't be jealous though, you know I've got a soft spot for yer. Well...not always soft..." he chuckled, always eager to make Aaron blush. "Oi. None of that. I'm very happily married. Look one drink, okay? I'll text Rob to come and join us." "If you insist." Mack led the way, approaching the bar. "Two pints please Chastity."

Jaime choked a little on her champagne as she saw Mack. "What's wrong? Is it your food?" Kim asked concerned before following Jaime's eye-line. "Oh god. Don't gawp Jaime. It's not very subtle." "What?" "At Mackenzie. He's nice to look at but not for anything else." "Mum I'm not gawping." She smiled involuntarily, remembering the sensation of his lips on hers. "Food's good int it?" Her Yorkshireness slipping out as it always did after a few glasses of champagne.

Mack turned to look round the pub as he sipped his pint and grinned broadly spotting Jaime with Kim. He winked at her as he noticed her looking over. "That's her." Mack nudged Aaron, interrupting his conversation with Chas. "Who?" "Ma wee hen, from the lay-by. God Aaron, it's like yer never listen to me." "I'd steer well clear." Chas advised. "Mummy probably wouldn't be too chuffed." Mack tilted his head, grinning mischievously at Chas. "Cracking looking bird AND an opportunity to wind up Kim Tate. Where do I sign up?" Chas rolled her eyes at Aaron who shrugged. "Nothing to do with me." He took a large sip of his pint and seemed rather relieved to see Robert walk in and join them. "Hey babe." He squeezed Aaron's arm, ignoring Mack. "Pint please Chas? Who are we all staring at?" He asked, looking over at Kim and Jaime but still puzzled. "Mini Lady Tate." Mack grinned wolfishly. Robert looked over and squinted, remembering her. "Oh wow...that's um...god, she had a stupid name... Jaime...that's it. Not seen her since she was like, 6? It was proper exciting. She was whisked away from here by Kim. In a helicopter. Her step dad went to prison. Didn't reckon I'd see her again." "Aye well lucky for me, she's back. So if you don't mind, fellas?" Mack knocked back his pint. "Can I get another please Chas? And whatever she's drinking. Kim Tate Junior." "Right. Pint for you. And a vodka lime and soda for her. Unless you want to buy her champagne? That's also been on the menu. I'll tell you what...she could drink you under the table."