"Aight, your loss." Atticus popped open his beer and leaned back into his chair. His feet up on the cooler and his body language relaxed.
As Blackbird scooted off he smiled, wonder what the reaction would be if it was just a pizza guy or something at the wrong house. Garrett's reaction would be equally entertaining, he had no doubt.
"Evening Garrett, you okay?" Atticus asked with a grin. He knew the effect that a woman like Blackbird had on young men, then again, he had no idea how old Garrett actually is, but still, it is entertaining none the less.