QUOTE : Thanks, Dad.”<br /><br />They each took a sip of the scotch, and then there was a long pause between them.<br /><br />Grey leaned in. “You know this is the part of the father-son moment where I’m supposed to ask about this Rylann girl, right?”<br /><br />Kyle set his drink on the ledge and shoved his hands in his pants pockets. “Yep. And now this is the part where I say thank you but that I think I’ve said all I want to say about her tonight. Which will conveniently be followed by the part where a waitress walks up and asks if we’d like anything else to drink, eliminating all further discussion on that topic.”<br /><br />Just like that, there was a voice from behind them.<br /><br />“Excuse me, can I get either of you gentlemen something else to drink?”<br /><br />His father looked over his shoulder, saw the blond waitress standing behind them, and stared at Kyle in astonishment.<br /><br />Kyle smiled. “I paid her two hundred bucks to come over as soon as I put my hands in my pockets. I knew you and Jordan couldn’t stay out of my business for long.