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“My brother – Asshole Number 2 – gave Flynn an ultimatum. Me or him?”
Maya gasps. “No.”
“And Flynn chose Weston over you?” Nova shakes her head. “Harsh.”
“He didn’t choose anyone. The idiot’s been avoiding both of us for the past week.”
“Good.” Nova smiles.
Is she crazy? Chloe’s normally the crazy one of my friends. I can’t handle two crazies in our group. “What’s good about it?”
“It means he loves you both.”
I slam a fist on my chest. “But he didn’t fight for me. He didn’t declare to the world he couldn’t live without me. He crept away and hid from all his problems. I’m surprised he didn’t run away.”
“Flynn has no other family,” Paisley says. “I imagine losing his best friend, whom he considers a brother, would be a blow.”
Tears well in my eyes again. “But I could be his family. I could give him children.”
Chloe pats my hand. “He’ll realize how much you can give to him and how much he loves you.”
I rub my eyes to stop the tears from escaping. I’m not falling apart where other people can witness it.
“I don’t know if it’ll be enough. He put me through hell this week. He ghosted me. We lived in the same house, but I hadn’t seen him once since we were at the police station. Being ignored by the man you love hurts worse than descending through the nine circles of hell.”
“But he didn’t break up with you. Give him some time,” Maya urges.
“The romantic strikes again,” I mumble.
“Can I return to work now?” Paisley asks. “We got the truth out of her, and she’s cried. Mission accomplished.”
“Maya slap Paisley,” Chloe orders. “Our mission is not accomplished. Our mission is to cheer Sophia up.”
“You said our mission was to find out why Sophia has a stick up her ass.” Paisley grimaces. “Sorry, Sophia. I didn’t say those words.”
“And now our mission has changed.” Chloe points to the road. “Drive.”
I notice Flynn standing near the entrance to the brewery. Yep. Time to get out of here.
“I can’t believe I’m here,” I grumble as I walk intoBootlegger.
“Sloane!” Chloe greets the bartender. “A round of shots.”
I groan. “I can’t drink. I’m driving.”
“Don’t worry, dear,” Mom says as she steps toward me. I hadn’t even noticed her. “Dad is picking us up.”
“Six shots, Sloane!” Chloe shouts. “Try to say that fast.”
Sloane fills six shot glasses with moonshine, and Chloe hands them out. She holds up her glass. “To smugglers, bootleggers, rumrunners…”
“And the mermaids who hate them!” I shout before downing my shot.
“Oh my,” Mom mutters. “It’s worse than I thought.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “What do you mean? Worse than you thought? What did you think? What do you know?” I gasp. “Does the whole town know?” I groan. “I’m going to have to move away again, aren’t I? I can’t go back to Atlanta. I burned my bridges there when I called Shane a lying asshole before yelling at my boss for supporting the patriarchy.”
“Smash the patriarchy!” Paisley shouts.
