I can’t help but laugh out loud.
“I’m so glad you find this amusing.”
“Okay, sorry,” I say, reigning in my laughter. “So, what happened after. What did my dad do?”
“Well, it was weird,” Happy begins. “At first, he was speechless, and his face went all red, and that little vein started to protrude at the side of his forehead. I was scared he was gonna blow. But he didn’t. He actually smiled. He told Lucky he was excited to meet her, and then he left. And I didn’t see him again…”
“Oh, he’s pissed,” I conclude.
“He is?”
I nod to myself. “Yeah. He’s pissed, but he didn’t want to cause a scene in front of Lucky.”
“Oh, great.” Happy groans. “What do I do?”
“Honestly, let him process it, and I’ll talk to him when I’m back.”
“Man, I’m gonna be sent back to the farm team for sure,” Happy mutters.
I laugh again. “This is a good thing, baby. It’s out in the open now. You and me. Lucky. Everyone who matters knows now.”
“Did you just call mebaby?”
I deadpan. “Out of everything I just said,that’swhat you’re choosing to focus on right now?”
“I mean, yeah,” he scoffs. “No one’s ever called me baby before. It just made my dick hard.”
“Happy Slater, not the time or the place,” I chastise half-heartedly, looking around, which is when I realize Peter is still right there behind me, eavesdropping. I flash him a pointed look he doesn’t pick up on, and I heave a sigh. “I have to go. I’m still at the rehearsal dinner.”
“FaceTime when you’re done?” Happy asks, his tone all gruff and low and sexy as hell.
“Do you want me to go in and get you another wine, babe?”
I bristle at Peter’s closeness, spinning around and putting at least a few feet of distance between us, glaring at him. “My name isHannah,” I seethe.
“Baby Draper?” Happy’s voice cuts through. “You okay?”
“Happy, I’ve gotta go,” I say regretfully. “I’ll let you know when I’m back at my hotel and available to…FaceTime.”
“O-kay…” He sounds uncertain. But he lets me go.
“Ready, babe?” Peter asks, holding his arm out.
I purposely ignore his offer and walk ahead, fully aware of his closeness trailing me as I enter the dining room. Across the way, I catch my mother’s eyes. She arches a brow as best she can given the Botox and, with a knowing smile, she raises her champagne glass.
Heading for the bar with Peter still following me like a lost little puppy dog, I wait for service, my phone buzzing with a notification. I look down at it, confused to see Happy’s name.
Happy: Who was that guy in the background?
I huff an exasperated sigh, trying not to get too carried away over the fact that Happy might actually be a little jealous right now. I decide to have some fun.
Me: Oh, that was Peter…
Happy: Let me guess. He’s some guy you used to date back in high school. A jock on the varsity football team. Now he works in real estate?
Me: Not even close… try my mom’s soon-to-be husband’s son who I literally met three hours ago and who will not stop staring at my tits.
Happy: Fuckin’ what???
