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“Wait, what? Who?” I look from one to the other, and Allie shakes her head.
“I’m not saying his name or the fairies will hear it and it’ll never happen.”
Wrinkling my nose, I take another sip of grape moonshine. “I’ve never heard that before. What fairies?”
“It’s why you knock on wood,” Dylan explains. “So like I could say Allie’s in love with Jack…” She raps her knuckles on the top of the bar with every word, “And the fairies didn’t hear a thing because I knocked wood.”
“You didnotjust say that out loud!” Allie taps on her phone, and “Man on the Moon” by Megan Moroney starts playing.
I count off on my fingers. “First, perfect song, and second, perfect guy for you!”
“Somebody tell him that,” Allie pouts, crossing her arms. “Although, to be fair, he is Austin’s coach. We work at the same school. It’s probably not a good idea.”
“If I know my oldest brother, he’s doingallthe math.” Dylan pops a hot toast into her mouth. “He’s been burned in the past, you both have kids…”
“I know.” Allie leans on her hand. “Why does he have to be so damn hot?”
“And if I know my second oldest brother…” Dylan puts her arm around my shoulders, giving me a squeeze. “He’ll get his act together. I can’t remember the last time I saw Zane smile so much.”
“He’s got a great smile.” My lips twist, and my eyes heat. I blink to my fingers on the bar. “If you’re lucky that dimple will appear.”
“You got a dimple smile?” Dylan bounces on her toes. “I predict he’ll come around sooner than you think.”
“Uh-oh.” Allie sees my watery eyes. “No tears—it’s time for fuck, marry, kill!”
“Yes!” I clap, lifting my chin and shaking the blues away. “How does it work?”
“I have everything…” Dylan digs in her bag, pulling out strips of paper and pens, putting them in front of us. “Everyone gets thirty seconds to write their response.”
“Thirty seconds?” Allie cries.
“I want your first impulse.” Dylan puts a plastic hourglass timer on the bar. “Some of these could take forever.”
I take another sip of moonshine, and I’m feeling no pain. “I have some options, too!”
“Perfect, we’ll take turns.” Dylan pushes her dark hair off her shoulder. “First is an easy one. Nose piercing, eyebrow piercing, dick piercing?”
Allie is already writing when Dylan flips the little hourglass, but I’m stuck chewing my lip.What would that feel like?
The door opens, and my stomach pitches when Logan, Jack, and Zane enter the restaurant like a trio of male models. Zane’s eyes immediately land on mine, and his brow lowers. Somethingdifferent is in his gaze, something hungry, but I tighten my lips, turning away to face the bar.
“No!” Dylan holds up her finger, hopping off her stool. “It’s girls’ night. Boys are not allowed. I already told Craig?—”
“Keep your shirt on, we’re not staying.” Logan meets his feisty fiancée halfway, putting his hand on her lower back and leaning down to kiss the top of her head.
He’s dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved, dark-green sweater. His wavy brown hair is pushed back, and warm blue eyes hold hers.
“We’re going to grab some beers and head out to the pool tables. You won’t even know we’re here.”
“Where’s Kimmie?” Dylan looks from him to Jack, who’s also in jeans and a maroon henley that accentuates his broad shoulders.
Coach Bradford really is hot.
“She’s at the house watching YouTube with Edward.” Jack goes behind the bar and takes out three Yuengling longnecks.
“What are they watching on YouTube?” Dylan’s brow arches.
“Pool Sharks.”
