“Because if the guys found out?—”
“They’d burn a country down,” Regan said flatly.
Amber lifted her drink. “So naturally, we handled it ourselves.”
I choked on my sip. “You what?”
Regan grinned. “We gave them the slip.”
Evie lost it laughing. “Best part.”
Amber slapped her knee. “Tina who is—Hacker’s wife locked him out of his own accounts.”
Regan nodded. “Changed every password.”
“Man couldn’t even track his own damn bike,” Evie added.
“And while they’re all scrambling,” Amber said, leaning closer, voice dropping dramatically, “we board a private plane.”
I stared. “A what?”
“Private plane,” Regan repeated, as if this were a normal escalation in female friendship.
I looked between them. “Who paid for that?”
Amber shrugged. “Emergency.”
Evie raised her glass. “Girl emergency. Black Amex time.”
“Spain,” Regan said with deep satisfaction.
I blinked again. “You flew to Spain?”
Amber pointed at me like I was catching up slowly. “Hell yeah, we did.”
“Without telling anyone and out a private jet on a Black Amex? Holy shit.. ya’ll are next level.”
Regan grinned wider. “Especially without telling anyone.”
I laughed. “That’s insane.”
“Oh, it gets better,” Evie said.
Amber leaned forward, acting it out now. “We land. We roll up to this villa?—”
“Massive,” Regan added.
“Evil queen energy,” Evie said.
“And this woman opens the door, rosé in hand.” Amber mimed it perfectly, lips pursed, wrist limp.
Regan jumped in with a voice dripping attitude. “‘Skye?’”
Evie burst out laughing. Amber shoved her.
“Let me finish!”
“No, no,” Regan insisted. “Tell the part where you kicked the door.”
