Beckett and Will are cuddled in the booth, smiling and talking about something when I walk up, looking so cute and cozy.
“Which of your handsome harem were you with this time? I mean, really… how do you keep up with them all?”
My head falls to the side.
“What?” He laughs innocently.
“I was downstairs dancing with Lizzy, then talked with Jax.”
Beckett sits up. “Everything good?”
“Great.” I sit down and fiddle with a half-wet napkin that was sitting on the table. “What were you two talking about when I walked up?”
“Our forbidden love nest vacation.”
“What?”
“This summer. Us, Lizzy and Tony and you and your harem.”
“We’re doing it?”
He laughs out loud. “Come on. Lizzy is planning it. Of course we will, whether or not everyone knows it. I’d be surprised if she didn’t already reserve that house we were looking at.”
He wasn’t wrong. She has a way of making things happen. If you look up GSD in the dictionary, her picture would be there because she is the queen of getting shit done. “I don’t think she would. It was expensive. A house that big on the beach…” I ball up the napkin.
Beckett rolls his eyes and smacks his lips dramatically. “Place a bet?” He nods to her, walking up.
The gambler in me wants to take him up on the bet just to bet, while the other part of me knows Lizzy. Could I really make the bet knowing the kind of person she is?
“You better hurry. She’s getting closer.”
I sigh. “I can’t take the bet.”
He laughs. “Probably a good idea. Let’s find out for good measure.” He doesn’t wait for an answer before he shouts out to Lizzy.
“Yes, my love?” She dances over like a little fairy and pushes me further into the booth so she can sit.
“You book that house yet?”
“What house?”
“The beach house.”
A sly smile lifts the corner of her lips. “You know I did.”
“Lizzy?”
“What? We’re going.”
“I haven’t gotten a definitive answer from the guys.”
“They’re going.”
I stare at her, causing her to laugh.
“If we don’t go, which is not an option, I only lose two hundred if we cancel more than a week out. The only reason it was available was because someone just backed out. Their loss, our win.”
“That is true,” I concede.
