God, this would have been brutal in her twenties. But at thirty? She wasn’t going to make it through the weekend.
“You good, Hanna?” She managed to lift her head and look at Logan, smiling to signal that, while she was certainly not good, she was still conscious, which was a win in her book. “Oh my god, I haven’t seen you like this since college.”
“That’s not true!” she protested. “Remember your mom’s sixtieth birthday party when your dad made that… ugh, what was it? Some sort of punch that got us all trashed?”
Logan erupted with laughter, and she couldn’t help but join him.
“Shit, I forgot. You sang Happy Birthday to Marcia like Marilyn Monroe.”
“So I’m told.”
Logan turned to Milo. “It would have been super hot if she hadn’t thrown up in the lake immediately after.”
Milo didn’t respond.
Hanna only knew she was yelling because both Milo and Logan jumped when she defended herself.
“Okay, but at least I made it into the lake and not all over the back seat of my brand-new car.”
Logan held a hand over his chest. “We agreed to never speak of that night again.”
She muttered, “I don’t remember putting anything in writing.”
Milo ate his food and looked out the window toward the strip. She fished for something else to talk about so they weren’t isolating him, but even she had to admit, it was nice not fighting with Logan for a few minutes.
“You know,” Logan said to Milo. “This girl right here drank almost my entire fraternity under the table senior year.”
Milo chuckled, watching her face. “I have no problem believing that.”
“You guys make me sound like a fucking mess.”
“You’re not a mess,” Milo said, his eyes hardening as they rested on her face.
“Although,” Logan started. “That kiss back there wasn’t exactly… clean,” he laughed, but Hanna blushed.
Milo added, “Poor motherfucker, he thought he’d hit the jackpot for all of ten seconds.”
“I gotta piss,” Logan declared, slinking away from the booth.
Milo watched him cross the lobby and then leaned over the table.
“Are you trying to kill me, Hanna?”
“Yes,” she grinned. “Jealous?”
“Nah, I saw how quickly you clammed up after that guy slipped you some tongue. If it were me, you’d have been on your knees in a second.”
She tilted her head. “Is that where you like me best, Daddy?”
Milo’s face turned a delicious shade of violet. “I don’t mind watching you grind on some fucker in the club, Arizona. But I gotta tell you, I don’t think I can take three days of watching Logan drool over you without doing something stupid.”
“He’s not?—”
Milo’s expression shut her up. He was very, very serious.
“I’ll talk to him.” She frowned, her eyes misting over with exhaustion. “If this is too much for you, Milo, we can dial it down.”
“No.”
