“I thought they buried the hatchet,” Maria muttered.
“In each other’s backs maybe,” Donna quipped as she walked up.
“Heeeey, Donna. You lookin’ good, girl,” Victoria crooned in an obvious effort to irritate Bella.
It worked. Bella blew out a frustrated breath and walked away. Taylor didn’t even believe that they still disliked each other. Bickering just came natural to them. It was simply the nature of their relationship.
“Hey, Vic.” Donna chuckled. “Stop fucking with my sister.”
“Pissing your sister off is just too much fun.”
“Hmm… if I didn’t know any better, I’d suspect you had a little thing for her.”
Victoria’s laughter was wicked. “Nah, I suspect the only thing y’all got in common is your face. And I’m willing to bet hers is nowhere near as comfortable to sit on as yours.”
“Damn!” Taylor exclaimed.
“Wait! What?!” Maria questioned, clearly unaware that they’d had athingat one time.
Donna chuckled and leaned over the bar. She brought her face close to Victoria’s and looked at her through narrowed eyes. “Fix me a drink,” she demanded in a soft, but domineering tone.
Victoria grinned and grabbed a glass from the overhead glass holder. “Jameson, right?”
