“We’re going out.”
“I don’t really do bars, and I have nothing to wear—”
“Savannah.”She put a hand on her chest.“Babe.Sweetheart.New light of my life.We’re going out.”
I sighed in defeat.“Fine.”
Her grin turned triumphant, wicked.“Good.”
“Only for an hour or two.”
She waved a dismissive hand.“Relax.It's a Sunday night, so it won't be anything crazy.Some drinks.And dancing.And some man is going to buy you overpriced tequila just for breathing.”
I shook my head, but my chest felt lighter, calmer.It would be good to have some alone girl time.This week had been stressful enough, so I was onboard with forgetting it.
What's the worst that could happen?
6 | Hi Trouble
Jaxon
TheDirtyRabbitwasin its usual buzz tonight.Red and cobalt-blue lights flirted along the exposed bricked walls, with loud chatter competing with the live band at the head of the rustic room.The air smelled like whiskey, citrus, and the faint sweetness of spilled cocktails.A place built for trouble—or forgetting it.
I nursed my drink, watching Ariyo and Jesse argue about last night's hockey game.
“I’m telling you,” Ariyo insisted, jabbing his beer bottle at the table, “Cole is fucking overrated.”
“Bro, what?Cole is the king of the league right now.Man scored the smoothest—”
“One play doesn't make you the king.”
“It was two whole seasons!”
“Barely, and it's just because he's daddy's little golden boy.”
I sighed.“You two realize you have this exact same argument every other week, right?”
Ariyo pointed at me.“And will continue to have it until Jesse admits he’s wrong.”
“I’m never wrong,” Jesse said, dead serious.
“So you just have a hard-on for Cole, then?”
“Fuck you.”Jesse rolled his eyes and took a swig of his beer.“You know if Benji was here, he'd say the same thing.”
Ari shrugged.“Just proves that you both love Landon Cole's dick.”
“You're just mad that he went pro and you didn't,” I teased.
He leaned back and flipped me off, making me laugh.
It was how nights like this with the guys always went—loud, stupid, easy.Just the right distraction I needed after the beautiful mess called Savannah Bristow.
“How far is she?”I asked Jesse.
Jesse checked his phone.“You know how she is, man.”
I rolled my eyes.
