Zander taps his forefinger on the bars marble countertop. His blood red drink is untouched in front of him, his phone face up beside it. When the screen lights up, the dominant alpha frowns when it's just a notification for spam mail. It has been more than twenty minutes since he sent a text to Ethan.
Twenty minutes of no response. Ethan made himself scarce after Zan took him out to dinner with his mother. It doesn't matter if Zander tries for casual conversation through texts, Ethan grows more distant as time passes. It's annoying.
"You're going to burn a hole through it." Beau mutters from the stool beside him. He reaches over and grabs Zander's drink. Raising it to his lips he chugs it and then cringes. "Shit, that's awful. What in the world is this?"
