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“You wish,” I say.
Chloe snarls at me before lifting her glass into the air. “Raise your glasses. Here’s to the bootleggers. Masters of sneaky snips and secret stashes. Thanks for keeping the party alive!”
“Bootleggers!” We finish the toast in unison before lifting our glasses and downing our whiskey.
I shiver as the alcohol burns its way to my stomach. “I hope we’re not drinking whiskey all night.”
Don’t get me wrong. The whiskey fromBuccaneer’s Whiskey & Distilleryis the best whiskey I’ve ever tasted. But whiskey isn’t one of my favorite drinks.
Chloe motions to the cooler in her trunk. “Filled with beer the way we prefer.”
“Speaking of which.” Nova hands out cozies.
“Are these new?” I ask when I notice theFive Fathoms Brewinglogo on them.
“I ran the numbers,” Maya says. Of course, she did. If she’s not reading, she’s doing numbers. Handy since she’s the financial manager atFive Fathoms.“The merch on our website is selling well. We should start selling it at the restaurant as well. And maybe at tourist shops in town.”
Chloe groans. “We’re here to relax after a long day of work. Not discuss work.”
I motion to the mini golf course. “Come on. I’m ready to kick your asses.”
“The way you kicked Flynn’s ass at the arcade?” Maya asks.
“I never should have told you about the stuffed mermaid.”
She sighs. “But it’s so romantic.”
It was but I’m not admitting anything to her.
Chloe waggles her eyebrows. “I don’t care about romance. I want to hear what happened after Flynn carried our little Sophia home.”
My cheeks flare. The night with Flynn was the most sexy and fulfilling night of my life. Every night with him is. Although, he didn’t bring out the handcuffs as promised.
“I’m not talking so we better get to golfing.”
“I’m first,” Chloe declares as she grabs a putter.
“Why is she first?” I ask as I grab my own putter.
“We go by alphabetical order,” Chloe answers although I wasn’t asking her.
“But then you always go first.”
She grins. “Exactly.”
“Shall I remind everyone of the rules?” Paisley asks but she doesn’t wait for an answer before beginning. “The highest score per hole has to drink. If you have two high scores in a row, you have to do a shot.”
“What if you have three high scores in a row?” I ask.
“You’re drunk!” Chloe declares before putting her ball.
“How do mermaids have sex?” Chloe asks when we reach the fifth hole.
“Why are you slurring your words? You won every hole.” I glare at her. Or, at least, I try. It’s hard to glare at a person when there are three of them. “Are the three of you cheating?”
She throws her hands in the air and nearly loses her balance. “How do you cheat at mini golf? But, more importantly, how do mermaids have sex?”
Maya rolls her eyes. “Duh. The same way humans do.”
