Wild With You (The Connor Family 2)

“We’re not allowed to think about meetings or to-do-lists or the million things we didn’t get to do today, okay?” Val asked.

Hailey and I nodded.

“To Hailey being back. We’ve missed you, girl,” Val said when we got our cocktails and held up her glass.

“I’ve missed you too.”

We barely clinked glasses when three guys approached us.

“What are you celebrating, ladies? Can we join in on the fun?” one of them asked.

Hailey answered right away. “Sorry, but this is a testosterone-free area. It’s girls’ night.”

The guy smirked. “We can buy your drinks.”

“We can buy our own drinks,” Val said smoothly. “It’s a closed party.”

The guys shrugged, and finally left. “That was quick,” I pointed out.

Hailey patted Val on the shoulder. “She had her scary face on.”

“What do you mean? I don’t have a scary face.”

I laughed. “Yeah, you do. It works miracles, so don’t overthink it.”

Two cocktail rounds later, the party was on.

“You have to tell us your secret,” Val insisted, referring to Hailey’s ability to walk in sky-high stilettos for hours at a time.

“No secret. Just gritting my teeth through the pain. Eventually you don’t feel it anymore.”

“Do you think that if we get her properly drunk, she’ll finally tell us the truth?” I asked Val.

“Nah, I think it’s time to accept she might have superhuman powers.”

We ordered another round, and I couldn’t help but no

tice that one of the guys who’d approached us at first was glancing at Hailey regularly.

“Hotshot there can’t take his eyes off you, Hailey,” I said.

“I know. But he won’t be doing more than looking. I dipped my toe in the LA dating pool last week and got burned on hot lava, so I’m just going to enjoy spending time with you girls tonight.”

Val pulled her in a half hug. “LA is a tough dating scene.”

Hailey scrunched up her nose. “I dated while I was on location with projects, and I can confidently say dating isn’t easy anywhere.”

“That’s very encouraging,” Val said seriously. Or as seriously as she could after a few screwdrivers.

Hailey held up a shaky finger. Or maybe her finger wasn’t shaking, but I was seeing double. No way to tell.

“Let’s make a pact. That we’ll move in together when we’re old and wrinkly if we’re still single. I can’t become an old cat lady. I don’t like cats.”

Val blinked. “You’re talking too fast. Did we have the same number of cocktails?”

“Yep. My tolerance is higher.”

“More proof that you’re not actually human.”