“Whatever,” he grumbles, taking the glass back and pressing his lips to my forehead.
“Such the softy you are.”
He rolls his eyes, looking at me.
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Emmettcarriesapitcherof spiked lemonade with several glasses stacked in his hand, wearing a wide-brimmed beach hat with a pink flower and two sets of sunglasses.
“Love the look,” Jax chimes.
“Thought you would. I wore it for you.” Emmett winks.
Pushing up from the chair, I grab the glasses out of his hand and give them to Jax to pass around the group. Lizzy, Tony, Knox, and Callum run up from the beach where they’ve been in an intense round of bocce ball.
“Who won?” Beckett asks, pulling his glasses down on his nose.
“Still not over, but we’ll win. We always do,” Lizzy chimes.
“Except you haven’t the last two games,” Knox teases.
“Those were practice.”
“In the middle of our best of seven?”
Lizzy ignores his question and reaches for a glass. “What do we have here?”
“Spiked lemonade.”
“You had me at spiked.”
“That’s what I said when I first met her. I just walked up to her and saidspiked! But it was in a super deep and sexy voice and she nearly melted on the spot,” Tony jokes.
Lizzy laughs and punches his shoulder. “What’s funny is that you are kidding, but also not.”
He looks at her, confused.
“Our first conversation was legitimately you telling me the punch at Ross and Levi’s party was spiked.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
The entire group erupts in laughter.
“How could you forget that?”
“I was so lost in your beauty… I don’t remember what I said most of that evening or the next day.”
“Next day?” Beckett yells out. “You hussy.”
“We met for coffee.” Tony holds up his hand.
I clear my throat because I know the whole story.
“Ok. We walked to get coffee together.”
“Z snap!” Emmett says, snapping his fingers in the shape of a Z.
