I leaned slightly toward Amber. “Your protection detail?”
She didn’t even turn her head. “It’s annoying, but you get used to it.”
I glanced at the huge ring on her hand. “Did you marry a mob guy or something?”
Her mouth curved. “Or something.”
“They always look like that?”
Regan snorted into her drink. “Like what?”
“Like they’re deciding who to bury.”
Amber grinned. “That is them relaxed.”
I blinked. “Good to know.”
The fire popped loudly, sparks shooting up into the dark. Drinks got passed around. Someone turned up the music just enough for it to hum under the conversation, and then Regan leaned forward, eyes lighting up.
“Oh my God. Tell her about Spain.”
Amber immediately sat up. “No, you tell it. You started it.”
Skye groaned. “Here we go.”
Regan pointed at me. “You’re going to love this.”
I tucked my legs beneath me, curious despite every survival instinct I possessed. “All right. I’m listening.”
Amber straightened like she was about to present a thesis. “So Skye shows up?—”
“A mess,” Regan cut in.
“A full disaster,” Evie added.
“Chains. Drama. Tears,” Amber said, ticking them off on her fingers.
“I wasn’t that bad,” Skye winced.
I paused. “Chains?”
Regan waved that away. “Long story. Focus.”
Amber leaned in. “So we find out this psycho mother-in-law?—”
“Clarissa,” Evie muttered darkly.
“—has been threatening her, blackmailing her, full villain energy,” Amber continued.
“And we’re like...” Regan sat straighter, chin lifting. “Absolutely not.”
All of them nodded in unison.
I laughed. “Okay. I like where this is going.”
Amber pointed at me. “Right? So we decide—no men.”
“Important detail,” Evie said.
