“You’ll get over me, babe. I promise,” she sighed, rolling her eyes.
He moved closer, reaching for her, and she backed up, shocked at the aggression.
“You got a problem, man?” An arm snaked around her shoulders in a motion he’d pulled thousands of times over the years. She glanced at Logan, who towered over the drunk asshole. Even though she knew for a fact he couldn’t throw a punch to save his life, he still pulled off moderately intimidating.
“Yeah, your girlfriend is a whore.” He tried to puff his chest out a bit, but he looked like a child compared to Milo, who popped up on the other side of her.
“What was that?” Milo asked.
He glanced between them and made the smart choice.
“Whatever, man,” he mumbled, disappearing into the crowd.
“Are you okay?” Sara asked.
“I’m fine. Hardly a first,” Hanna said, shaking her head.
Sara grabbed her hand. “Do you wanna go?”
“You stay here! I’m fine. I’m gonna get some food.” She glanced at Milo, his fingertips already grazing her back.
Logan yelled, “I’ll go with her!” at the same time Milo rumbled, “I got her.”
Sara pitched forward, hugging Hanna tightly. “If you have a threesome with them tonight, Taylor owes me fifty bucks.”
“Oh my god, Sara!”
“What? I’ve got a honeymoon to pay for,” she giggled and kissed Hanna on the cheek.
“Come on, Arizona,” Milo said, wrapping his hand around hers and pulling her quickly.
She leaned against his back as he stopped to let someone pass him by, praying Logan didn’t see the way she melted into him.
EIGHTEEN
“I might tap out,” Hanna said, standing at the base of the bridge they’d just crossed. “I just want to lie down.”
“If you don’t eat before you go to bed, you’ll be dead by morning,” Logan mumbled, his hand resting on her elbow as he ushered her forward. “White Castle is like a block that way, you can do it.”
“It’s actually that way,” Milo pointed in the opposite direction.
She thought she saw Logan roll his eyes, but she was having a hard time even making out faces.
“I know where I’m going, man. It’s right there,” Logan said, gesturing in no definitive direction.
“I think we’re all a little drunk,” Milo tried to pacify. “But I can promise you, it’s right there, man,” Milo hissed the final word, imitating Logan.
“Whatever,” Logan muttered.
Milo dragged them into White Castle, which was exactly where he'd said it would be. While the thought of eating anything made her want to die, a greasy slider might have been the only thing standing between her and the bathroom floor.
They waited in line silently.
Though she was convinced that the lighting inside the White Castle had been designed to make everyone look as horrible as possible, she was standing between two of the most handsome men she'd ever met—and she had no words to contribute. She tried to think of something funny to say to get them talking again, but every second between her and food grew riskier and riskier.
So she kept her mouth shut and nodded enthusiastically when Logan ordered sliders. Somehow she made it to one of the cheap plastic booths, unsure of when they'd even left the line.
She inhaled three of the burgers before Logan or Milo had even gotten through one, and then laid her forehead down on the table, trying not to wonder when it had last been sanitized.
