He smirks. “Bringing a date?”
“I’m sure I’ll bring someone.” I should probably start looking. I hate being the only single one at these get-togethers, especially when it’s my own party.
Hannah pulls away from Daniel and rests her elbows on the table, grinning. “Okay, I’ll make you a deal.”
“A deal?”
She bobs her head, her teeth sunken into her lip like she’s thinking. “A bet.”
“A bet?”
Daniel frowns. “Dream girl, where you going with this?”
“You date someone for longer than two dates,” she says, ignoring her husband, “and I’ll consider letting Mav join the draft next year.”
Scoffing, I pick up my drink. “Consider?”
She presses her tongue to the inside of her cheek and studies her husband. “Okay,” she finally says. “Make it three months with the same woman, and I’ll let Mav choose what he wants to do about the draft next year.”
“What?” Daniel bolts up, his eyes wide.
I cough out an uncomfortable laugh. “Three months?”
Hannah’s smile grows, her blue eyes shining. “Yup. Show me you can change, and maybe I’ll let my baby boy join that team of yours.”
“Whoa.” Whistling, War shakes his head.
I roll my eyes. “That’s absurd.”
“You’re really betting with our son’s future?” Daniel asks, his jaw slack.
She frowns at him. “I thought you wanted him to play?”
“I do, but I want you to be okay with it.”
Hannah chuckles. “The man hasn’t dated a woman in the twenty years I’ve known him.”
“Longer,” I mutter. More like twenty-eight, but who’s counting?
She throws her hands up. “Point made. There’s no way he’ll win this. But if you want your godson to play so bad, you know what you need to do.”
This is ridiculous. I run my hands through my hair and shake my head. Because what’s more ridiculous is that I’m actually considering it.
FIVE
SAVANNAH
“This place can’t be real,”I mutter as the limo Addie arranged for us pulls up in front of Camden Snow’s house.
Mansion is more like it.
I’ve been to some nice places with the girls over the years, but this is something else. While the Warrens’ house is large, it’s cozy, more like an oversized cabin set on a sprawling piece of land overlooking a lake.
This? I blink and take it in again, a smile finding my lips. This is the house of a fucking playboy.
The black gate and stone walls do nothing to hide the large whitewashed brick house on the other side. The long driveway is lined with every kind of luxury car imaginable. Men in black and white jog around the vehicles, taking keys and moving cars. The outside of the home is lit up with a cool purplish-gray light. Every tree on the property has its own spotlight as well.
And in the daylight, when the harbor behind it can be seen? Hell, I can’t imagine how beautiful it is. Properties like this don’t exist. Or at least they rarely come onto the market.
