Maya sighs. “I was hoping to survive our night out without having the worst hangover in the world tomorrow.”
“You can’t claim to always have the worst hangover in the world after a night out. By definition, worst only occurs once.” Paisley is such a nerd.
“Shots it is!” Chloe declares. She’s a wild child. Getting married and having a twelve-year-old step-daughter hasn’t changed her one bit.
I shake my head. “I still can’t believe you married a cop.”
“He’s sexy and knows how to use handcuffs. What’s not to love?”
“Plus, he won’t throw her crazy ass in jail,” Sophia adds.
While they argue about the comfort of the Smuggler’s Hideaway jail cells, I return to the bar for a bottle of moonshine and some shot glasses.
Dave moans. “It’s going to be one of those kinds of nights.”
“Not my fault the crazy five are here.”
I set the bottle of moonshine on their table and hand out shot glasses.
“You’re missing a glass,” Sophia says.
“You need to drink a shot with us,” Chloe adds.
“Nope. I’m holding down the fort today since Harper is dealing with her dad.”
“I like this version of you,” Paisley says.
I roll my eyes. “I’m pretty sure you liked the version of me who ended up getting detention because I took the blame for the ‘locker room’ incident.”
“Sorry,” Nova says but she doesn’t appear the least bit sorry. “I couldn’t get caught setting fire to yet another one of Hudson’s girlfriends’ lockers.”
“Let me guess. Your husband still doesn’t know what you did.”
Nova and Hudson got together when she wound up pregnant after they ended up locked together in a chalet overnight at his resort.
She smirks. “Oh, he knows. And I’ve been properly punished. Trust me.”
Sophia lifts her glass in the air. “Here’s to the bootleggers. Masters of the sneaky snip and secret stashes. Thanks for keeping the party alive.”
“To the bootleggers!” The rest shout before downing their shots.
“Have fun and behave,” I order as I leave them.
“Whoever thought Sloane would tell anyone to behave?” Chloe hollers after me.
I ignore her. Chloe was dubbed the wild child by the entire island. She can’t throw stones at me.
Besides, I’m changing. I’m not going to be the flaky woman no one could depend on before. My days of acting like my mom are over.
Chapter 17
“Biggest news of my life and all I got was dog snacks and moonshine.”
Zane
My phone beeps with a message as I park in the driveway of Eli’s house. House? Mansion is a more accurate description. It fits since he’s a billionaire.
I wish my college roommate was a genius who invented silly apps that earned billions. Instead, my college roommate was an extreme sports fanatic who got me hooked on Parkour.
