His eyes narrow a fraction. “Why would she get upset?”
“It’s a big day for her is all that I’m saying. If she finds out that you two are sleeping together, and she hears it from anyone but Misty, it could upset her, and I wanted her to have a good day.”
He groans. “You’ve made your point. I couldn’t resist Misty tonight. Her in that dress.” He clicks his tongue.
“I don’t want to hear about it. When is Misty going to tell Zara? I hate keeping shit from her.”
He pats my back. “Soon, I promise.”
“Good!”
Misty and Zara make their way to us.
“We have two hours before cutting the cake, so let’s have a few drinks before they notice,” Misty points out.
My eyes dart to Zara. “You don’t have to drink if you don’t want to,” I reassure her.
She drops her eyes to the floor and then looks back up. “I want to.” She peers back at Misty. “Are you sure you should drink when you’re already sick?”
Misty waves her off. “I’m fine. I swear.” Then she clasps her hands in excitement. “Taking a ride on the wild side, are we, sister?”
Zara’s smile matches hers. “I guess so.”
“I can’t wait for you to try my favorite whiskey,” Misty says.
“You won’t regret it, I promise.” Misty pauses in thought for a second. “Until tomorrow... you will definitely regret it tomorrow.”
Three
Turning Point
Zara
Age: Eighteen
Misty groansas she trudges into my bedroom, looking like death. She plops down on the bed beside me.
“Did you have a little too much alcohol last night?” I ask, trying to keep the amusement out of my voice.
She rubs her temples as she closes her eyes. She and Kane had much more than Knox and I did.
“Hmm, don’t remind me. My head’s about to explode.”
I snicker. Always so dramatic.
A thought comes to mind as my eyebrows furrow. “Where did you go last night? You weren’t with Mom and Dad when they gave me my birthday present.”
That question is a little silly. Misty didn’t have to be there.
She stares blankly, taking a moment to respond. “I must have been stuck talking to someone from the family. You know what they’re like.”
I frown. I didn’t see her anywhere in the main room.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have left you.”
I force a fake smile. “It’s fine.”
Misty looks toward the bedroom door. “Do you want to watch a movie in the living room?”
