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Lacey spotted us first and waved us over.
Nik sat beside her with one arm stretched along the back of the curved booth. Lucian and Scarlett occupied the other side, drinks already on the table in front of them.
Scarlett’s eyes swept over my dress.
“Oh, that was worth the Black Card.”
“I thought so,” I said, spinning just enough to let the skirt fan out around me.
Lachlan’s gaze traveled over me with obvious appreciation. “Whatever it cost was worth every cent. She looks fucking beautiful.”
Scarlett grinned and slid out of the booth. “Come on. Get in here.”
I stepped past her and slid onto the curved seat. Lachlan followed and settled beside me, his hand resting on my thigh as Scarlett reclaimed her place next to Lucian.
He raised his glass to Lachlan and took a sip of his whiskey.
A server appeared almost immediately, and Lachlan ordered wine for me before I could decide what I wanted. Under ordinary circumstances, that probably should have annoyed me.
Instead, he ordered exactly what I’d been drinking at dinner, which was perfect.
I settled closer beside him.
Below us, the live band played and the crowd roared. From this height, the dance floor looked almost fluid, people shifting beneath sweeping beams of light.
“So?” Lacey asked. “First Broadway show?”
“I loved it.”
Lachlan tipped his whiskey toward me. “She nearly forgot I was there.”
“That is not true.”
“You shushed me twice.”
“You were talking.”
“I made one observation.”
“During the show.”
Nik’s mouth twitched.
Scarlett pointed at me. “Correct response. We’ll train them eventually.”
“Good luck with that,” Lucian said.
My wine arrived.
We talked for a while about nothing important, which may have been what I enjoyed most. No one was discussing governments, cartels, security threats, or who needed to be killed before morning.
Just six people drinking together on Valentine’s Day while music pounded below.
Lacey winked at me, then casually picked up her phone.
A few seconds later, mine buzzed on the table.
I picked it up and read the message from her.
