“Okay,” I whisper.
“Have fun with the girls.”
“I will,” I promise. I step on the sidewalk, waving to him as he leaves. I turn to Alice, who waits for me by the entrance, whistling loudly.
“That was one hell of a kiss. I could sense the alpha vibes all the way over here,” she comments.
“Yep. My knees are still feeling the effects of so much testosterone. That was hot.”
“No disagreement here. Let’s go inside. The girls are already here.”
The bar is buzzing with voices—laughter, giggles, arguments, everything. The lights are dim, bathing the entire room in an intimate atmosphere. Intimate and edgy, as if sinful things are about to happen here. Well, not for me; I’m here to have fun with my girls. But once I return to Eric’s house, we’ll get sinful all the way. With his kiss still lingering on my lips, I stalk toward the girls, energy strumming through my body. Ava, Nadine, Summer, and Caroline, who is a good friend of mine, are sitting at a round table, looking like they’re up to no good. The second Alice and I join them the atmosphere becomes downright infectious.
“Okay,” Caroline says, “I say we order a round of tequila, and then each of us starts sharing her news.”
“I won’t drink tonight,” Ava says sheepishly.
“Why ever the hell not?” I ask.
Blushing, she glances quickly at Nadine before saying, “I think I’m pregnant.”
The rest of us simultaneously erupt in a parade of “congrats” and “greats,” and we take turns hugging her.
“Don’t say anything to Sebastian, though,” Ava says after everyone’s quieted down. “I want to wait until I can be sure.”
“Wow,” Alice remarks, “so Logan lost his bet.”
“He’ll live,” Nadine says.
“You warmed up to Seamus, in case it’s a boy?” I ask, rubbing my palms excitedly.
“Over my dead body,” Ava says.
“Aww, come on. It’s cute,” I reply, which doesn’t earn me any points with Ava. The name seemed ridiculous when Sebastian first came up with it, but now I’m kind of fond of it.
To make up to my sister-in-law, I offer, “I am going to be your wingwoman tonight, and I won’t drink any alcohol either.”
Nadine purses her lips. “Now you’re making me feel guilty for not offering first.”
“How about we’re all alcohol-free?” Alice suggests, and we all nod in agreement.
Once we’re armed with an assortment of mocktails and teas, we clink glasses, and Caroline asks, “So, what will it take to get the three of you to dance on the bar tonight?”
Alice, Summer, and I groan in unison.
“I know we put on quite a show at the bachelorette party, but I’m not up to a repeat of the experience,” I announce.
“Besides, we don’t have the balls to do it without any alcohol,” Alice says.
“I do,” Summer counters unexpectedly. “But not if I’m the only one.”
Alice and I stare at her.
“Who are you, and what have you done with our sister?” I ask.
Summer merely shrugs, glancing from her mocktail with an innocent look.
“You girls were epic,” Ava says.