“Well, I’m glad I tripped near you,” Corinne says.
“Did you come out alone?” Hana asks.
Corinne shakes her head. “No, but I think the people I came with ditched me. They’re out on a mission to hunt some good dick.”
Reagan smirks. “A fair and noble endeavor. But shitty of them to bail on you.”
Corinne shrugs. “It’s cool. I don’t mind. I’ll call an Uber when I’m ready to go back to campus.”
“Stay with us. We’ll give you a ride when we leave. We’re here for a girls’ night,” I say. “We have a no girl left behind policy.”
She grins. “Perfect.”
Within minutes of meeting, we’re enjoying ourselves as we dance. Corinne fits right in like she’s always been our friend.
We’re absorbed in the next song when two guys make moves to get closer. They start off at the edge of our circle until they catch our eye. Reagan exchanges a look with me and shrugs.
“Ladies,” one guy says. “You look like you’re having a good time. Can we get in on that?”
For the first song, they just dance with us. It’s okay, until the second guy takes Corinne by the hips and doesn’t let up until she stomps on his foot.
“Don’t wear out your welcome,” she warns. “I might be short, but I’ve got heels on that I’m not afraid to use on your balls if you try that shit again.”
He backs up, arms raised in surrender. “It’s cool, I didn’t mean to come on too strong. You were giving me those eyes that said you wanted to feel this.”
I pull a face when he reaches down to squeeze his junk. His smug expression falters when he looks beyond my shoulder. Tapping his friend on the shoulder, both of them back away.
“Are you okay?” I ask Corinne.
“Yeah. Nothing we couldn’t handle. They moved on easily enough.”
“Maybe that’s why.” Reagan points and I turn around.
A familiar face appears through the dancing crowd.
Easton glares at the guys who tried to hit on us before making his way to me. His protective expression melts into adoration when his eyes roam over me.
“Wow. The photo was one thing, but the real deal is something else.”
“What are you doing here?” I’m surprised, but not mad to see my boyfriend.
His touch skims down my bare arms to capture my wrists in a gentle hold. He cocks his head, brows lifting.
“It wasn’t difficult to figure out. This is the only place people go out when they want a more lively scene than The Landmark has to offer.”
“Are you crashing girls’ night?” Reagan pokes Easton’s arm. “No hockey players allowed.”
He holds up his hands. “I’m not here to crash. I just came as DD so you don’t have to wait for a ride back. You can let loose and enjoy girls’ night. I’ve got your back.” The corner of his mouth quirks up and he winks at me. “I’m an excellent bodyguard.”
I bite the corner of my lip, touched he came just to watch over us. “I’m good with that.”
Reagan nods. “Okay, same. You can stay. Damn it, why do you have to be such a great guy, Easton?”
He chuckles and points to the bar. “I’ll keep an eye out from over there. Don’t accept drinks from anyone you don’t know or haven’t seen poured yourself.”
I sway into him, my chest expanding with affection. “Thank you.”
He kisses the top of my head. “Anything for my girl.”
