“I can get you in,” I interject.
“Really?” Kinsley’s eyes widen as her face lights up. Skylar’s too.
“No, he can’t,” Hannah says before I can answer.
“I can,” I insist.
“Sorry, what I meant is it’s not necessary.”
“Yes, it is. You worked hard and you deserve to celebrate it,” Skylar says.
Kinsley nods. “After this weekend, Coach Rodier is going to have you training nonstop. You should enjoy your last few days of normalcy.”
“And by enjoy, she means party all night long.” Skylar smiles at her.
Kinsley and Skylar are brimming with excitement at the possibilities for the night.
“Fine,” Hannah relents with a ghost of a smile. “But we can do that anywhere in Vegas.”
“Nah. They’re right. You should celebrate in the best spot in the city,” I say.
“Can you really get us in?” Skylar asks.
“Yeah, my friends are already there.” I watch Hannah’s face for any indication of whether she’s on board.
Her stare gives nothing away. “Why aren’t you with them?”
She’s so skeptical of my every move. I sort of love the scrutiny from her.
“I had a phone call, and they went on without me.” I motion with my head toward the direction of the club and then aim my smile right at her. “Must be fate.”
“Fate would have sent me Tom Holland.”
“Zendaya would kick your cute little ass,” Kinsley says with a laugh.
“I think I could take her,” Hannah says without missing a beat. She stands a little taller, like that’ll make her look tougher.
“Sure, babe.” Kinsley huffs out another small chuckle.
“You think I could take her, right?” Hannah bats her lashes as she tosses the question at me.
“I think that there isn’t a lot you can’t do when you want it,” I tell her honestly.
“That’s so true,” Kinsley tells me.
“See? I know you.” I wink at Hannah, then move to stand beside her and offer her my arm. “What’d you say?”
She hums a cute little throaty sound. “I don’t think I have much of a choice.”
My lips curve. I like her fire even when I’m on the other end of the flames. “Low expectations. I can handle that. Nowhere to go but up.”
9
HANNAH
The second we walk into the club Kinsley leans over to whisper-shout in my ear, “Oh my god. Marry him.”
“What?” I bark out a surprised laugh as I beg the butterflies in my stomach to calm the hell down.
