“You’re both drunk,” Bailey decided and reached for the phone on the end table.“I’m ordering oysters.”
“It’s almost midnight,” Gwen protested.“You can’t order food at midnight.”
Bailey was already dialing.“Five-star hotels have twenty-four-hour room service.”
“Oh, cool.Then get me some fries.And a grilled cheese sandwich.”
“It’s almost midnight?”Chloe struggled to sit up.“I have to make my birthday wish.”
“S’ok.You have, like, ten minutes,” Gwen assured her.
“Oh.”Chloe flopped back onto the floor.“Okay.”
Gwen rolled belly-down on the sofa so she could look down at Chloe.“Is it a good wish?”
Chloe smiled dreamily at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.“It’s a great wish.”
Bailey hung up the phone.“Food’s on the way.They said half an hour.What are we talking about?”
Chloe struggled to sit again.“Did you order me a club sandwich?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“You didn’t say you wanted one.”
Chloe pouted.“I always want a club sandwich.”
Bailey rolled her eyes and reached for the phone again.
“Tell me what it is,” Gwen prodded.
“It’s a sandwich with turkey and bacon and cheese with lettuce and tomato and a third pieced of bread in the middle—”
“Not that,” Gwen interrupted.“The wish.”
“Not until midnight.It doesn’t count until midnight.”
Bailey hung up the phone.“Okay, your club sandwich is ordered.What are we talking about?”
“She won’t tell me what her wish is.”
“Not until midnight,” Chloe repeated.“I don’t want to jinx it.”
“Must be a good wish,” Bailey commented.“Is there any more champagne?”
“No.We finished the second bottle.”
Bailey lurched up from the couch.“I’m seeing what else we have.We have to have something to toast with at midnight.”
“Give me a hint,” Gwen urged Chloe as Bailey rummaged through the bar.“One word.”
“No,” Chloe said, giggling.“You have to wait until midnight.”
“Can we toast with blackberry brandy?”Bailey called.
“I’ll throw up,” Chloe called back.
