“What about absinth?”
“We’ll go blind,” Gwen protested.
“I think that’s a myth,” Chloe told her.
“It also tastes gross.”
“Fair.”
Bailey came back with a bottle of Kahlúa.“Give me your glasses.”
Gwen grimaced.“Coffee liquor?For a toast?”
“You lushes guzzled all the champagne, so I don’t want to hear any bitching.”Snatching the glasses, Bailey poured a shot into each, then set the bottle aside.“Okay, Chloe.Make your wish.”
Chloe patted her pockets one-handed.“What time is it?Who’s got a phone?”
“Here’s mine.”Bailey picked up her phone from the coffee table.“Two minutes to twelve.Close enough.”
“No, I have to make the wish exactly at midnight.It won’t come true otherwise.”
“Fine.”Bailey tapped the phone screen, then held it up to show the clock counting down.“Happy?”
“Yes, thank you.”Watching the numbers tick down, Chloe wiggled to get comfortable.“I’m nervous.”
“Why?”Gwen wanted to know.“We do this every year.”
“I know, but…” Chloe bit her lip.“I really want this wish to come true.”
Bailey and Gwen exchanged glances.“Do you have any clue what she’s talking about?”Bailey asked.
“None.How much time is left?”
“Twenty-four seconds.”
“This is killing me,” Gwen muttered and lifted her glass to her lips.“Hmm.Kahlúa’s not bad.Do we have ice cream?”
“I could call room service again.”
“They’re going to hate us.”Gwen peered at the clock.“Ten seconds, Chloe.”
“Okay.”Chloe raised her glass.“For my thirtieth birthday, I, Chloe Elizabeth Bell, wish for…”
“What?”Gwen demanded.
“Spill it,” Bailey ordered.
“A threesome,” Chloe finished as the timer went off, the bells of the alarm clanging to ring in the new year.Chloe tipped back her glass and drank while Bailey and Gwen stared at her in open-mouthed shock.
Chapter Two
“A threesome?”Gwen echoed.
“Maybe it’s the booze talking,” Bailey suggested.
“It is not the booze talking,” Chloe said and hiccupped.
“You’re drunk,” Gwen pointed out.
