“Oh, have a day off, will you,” he scolds me. “I’m excited for you boys. I thought you were all looking a little pale.”
“You’ve gotta get the girls on board first,” Lance reminds me.
“It won’t take a lot.” I smirk, drumming my fingers on the desk. “I have a plan.”
Nina
“Girls?”
Heaving the suitcase onto the sofa, I take in the utter disarray that is their apartment. Lucy is a clean freak. She can’t stand mess. Yet the lounge floor is covered in outfits, some matching and some discarded to the side, clearly not making the cut.
“Girls?!” I shout, frowning. “Where are they?”
Following the music, I go to their shared bathroom, pushing open the door.
And there they are, in all their naked glory. I should be surprised, but nothing surprises me with them anymore.
“Surprise, motherfucker!” Megan shouts, popping off a cork.
“Jesus, Meg, you’ll take my damn eye out.” I chuckle, shielding my face. “What are you idiots doing?”
Stepping into the room, I take in their glasses of fizz and skimpy bikinis, both of them covered in shave foam and razors in hand.
“I might have told a little white lie.”
“Luce,” I warn.
“Girl, we’re going to Spain.”
“What?!” I frown.
“For my birthday! Girls’ trip.”
My face drops, and I know I’m about to disappoint her. “I can’t go away right now. I have no money.”
“I’m paying.” She shrugs, turning away from me and cleaning off the razor in the sink.
“Did you win the lottery all of a sudden?” I ask, eyeing her shiny gold bikini. “Love that by the way.”
“No! Mum and dad gave me some vouchers, and I thought I would treat your poor ass, but you don’t have to come.” She grins wide at me.
My lip tips up on one side. God, I need a holiday. Time away with the girls sounds perfect right now.
“What about Jean? I thought you had a fashion thing?”
She looks at me as if I’m stupid. “You think I neededyourwardrobe to go to Spain with Jean?” She juts her head out, emphasising her point.
“So, I basically just packed my suitcase to go on holiday.”
“Yup.”
“Shit. I didn’t really think about what I was packing.” I share everything with the girls, but I’m not about to give up my best clothes. Lucy is a hoarder, and I won’t see it for a year.
“Well, thanks!” She laughs.
“We leave tonight. You need to get a move on.” Megan grins, handing me a flute.
“Tonight? I can’t go tonight.”
