K.
HANNA
Black or purple?
ALWAYS ANSWER
Dress?
HANNA
Thong.
ALWAYS ANSWER
Neither.
Hanna rolled her eyes and tossed her phone onto the hotel bed, a flurry of noise pouring out from the bathroom.
“Half or full lash?” Sara poked her head into the room.
Not nearly as sexy of a game.
“Full. If we’re going to do the damn thing, we might as well go full glam,” she said.
“How’s your not-boyfriend?”
Hanna sighed. “Which one?”
“Oh god, Hanna. What did Logan do?”
“Nothing,” she huffed, folding into herself on the edge of the bed. “He’s lonely and miserable. He just wants something familiar.”
"I hope he gets his shit together. Matty won't want to have to play babysitter."
“Correct,” she agreed. “I am determined to keep the peace tonight, I promise.”
Sara fanned a strip of lashes in front of her face. “Just don’t wear something low enough to show off the new ink. Imagine explaining that to Logan. As soon as these are on, we can head downstairs.”
Hanna pulled on a pair of much less aggressive heels than ones from the night before and re-read her last few messages from Milo.
Fuck it, she thought, and slipped her underwear off, leaving them behind in her suitcase.
The moment she spotted Milo across the casino, leaning against a slot machine as Matty tried his luck, she regretted her decision to go commando. He was dressed in an olive-green suit, his shirt unbuttoned low enough to see his tattoos.
He didn’t go out of his way to greet her when their groups merged, but he did slide into the seat across from her at dinner, flashing a smile they both knew meant something sinister.
His smile faded the moment Logan plopped down next to her. When the server arrived, Logan ordered first.
“I’ll do a gin and tonic. Hanna, you want a mule?”
Hanna started to respond, but Milo interjected. “They’ve got a really nice scotch selection if you want me to recommend something.”
She could hear Taylor and Marciela both squealing internally, glad that Sara was at the other end of the table.
Logan looked her over. “That’s right. You’re a scotch girl, now.” His face was unreadable as she dug deep to smile politely.
“Finer things,” Milo said flatly.
