“You’ve already had two. You’re not pacing shit.”
She moves quickly, taking the bottle from my hand. “We can switch to margaritas instead.” She gets up and stalks around the bar. “Strawberry or classic?”
“Strawberry with sugar on the rim.”
“You’re so girlie,” she says to me as she begins working her magic.
My sister has many skills, and making a margarita is one of them. We all have our specialty. That comes from growing up in a bar our family owns. I’m more of a martini girl, knowing all kinds to fit all tastes.
A minute later, she hands me a perfectly mixed strawberry margarita. “Sip slowly,” she says to me like I’m the one downing alcohol like it’s water.
I lift my glass as she grabs her classic on the rocks. “To girl power.”
“Girl power,” she says, clinking her glass with mine.
But before I can take a sip, my stomach twists.
When Oliver finds out what we did…
I place the glass against my lips, deciding to drink the worry away and deal with it all tomorrow.
14
OLIVER
“Didyou have fun with your sister last night?” I ask Lulu as she reaches for a container on a high shelf.
She started on organizing the garage even though I tried to talk her out of it. I love the idea in theory, but I know once she’s done, I won’t be able to find shit.
“Yeah. It was productive.”
“Productive?”
I don’t think I’d ever describe hanging out with my friends as productive. We are dumbasses and do a lot of dumbass shit, none of which is anything near productive.
My cell phone rings, drawing my attention away from her perfect ass in those damn black leggings that are my weakness. Hal’s name flashes on the screen.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath as I lift the phone, answering the call. “Hey, Hal.”
Lulu glances over her shoulder with wide eyes but is quick to turn back around when I shoot her a look across the garage.
“Hey, Oliver,” Hal says on speakerphone, his voice echoing through the open space. “I just got a call from the DA.”
“And?”
“Something happened.”
I wait for him to say more, but he doesn’t.
“Okay. And?” I ask again, my leg now bouncing up and down under my desk as a sense of unease overtakes me.
“Mark is dropping the charges.”
Lulu stops moving as soon as the words are out of Hal’s mouth.
“He what?” I ask, figuring I heard him wrong. “Why?”
Hal blows out a breath. “Hell if I know. I’m shocked. I thought the DA was calling me to talk about a deal, but he said Mark was at his office first thing this morning and said he was withdrawing all charges against you and that it was a misunderstanding.”
