then I hate myself for not totally embracing her moment and flying right along with her.
“So, you guys are moving in together when?”
“Next week. He’s convinced we need to find another place. Mick’s taking over his apartment to save money so we need to find somewhere else to live since the Golden Legacy is not an option. We’re going hunting this weekend. Luckily he’s paying for it until my crap is figured out.”
“Oooo, I want to come hunting with you!”
“You can.” She pulls into the club parking lot. It’s already packed and there’s a line around the door. Luckily we get a VIP spot right in front of the building, courtesy of the club’s part-time bouncer, Rebel. “I’ll text you when I know the details. I don’t think Rebel’s that interested in going, so we can do it together. He trusts me to do it.”
I should probably be a good friend and continue the conversation, but my heart has started beating faster as my nervousness takes hold. I’m going to see Mick any minute now. I pray my fake eyelashes don’t start coming unglued.
“You okay?” Teagan asks me.
I realize she must have shut off the engine a while ago because it’s been silent for too long. “What? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Where’s the foam finger?”
“Seriously, you look like you’re about to walk death row or something.”
I play it off. “Yeah, right.” Opening the door, I put my leg out. “Come on. Stop playing. I need to get my twerk on.”
“Please don’t,” she sighs out.
We skip the line and go right to the front. Several people who are waiting to get in start complaining, but when Teagan starts swapping spit with her main man, who tonight is acting as a bouncer for his friend who owns the club, they shut up pretty quick. That’s right, bitches. I have a VIP pass to the hottest club in LA. Check this.
We step inside and my mood brightens considerably as the big beat from the DJ’s mix washes over me. It’s so heavy it feels like it’s guiding my heartbeats. BOOM-BOOM-DA-BOOM-BOOM. My hips move to the rhythm.
“Let’s get a drink,” Teagan says, yelling to be heard above the din.
“Okay! Shots!” Time to get this party started. I need to take the edge off my nerves. It’s taking every ounce of willpower I have not to scan the room searching for Mick’s blonde head.
We make it to the bar and Teagan waves at someone down at the far end. My view of pretty much everything is blocked because I’m too short to see over all the heads. People are standing four deep at the bar trying to get drinks. My toe starts tapping, tapping, tapping. I’m pretending it’s to the beat, but it’s really just nervous energy trying to escape.
When the bartender comes into view I almost have a heart attack. Mick. My tapping foot freezes in the up position.
“Well, well, well! Look who’s here!” he says, smiling like a fiend.
Oh shit. All my plans to act like he’s nothing to me and doesn’t matter start trickling away.
One look.
That’s all it takes.
My eyebrows are no match for his charm and that frigging face of his. Dammit!
“We need shots!” Teagan says, bouncing to the beat. “Southern Comfort!”
“Wow, you don’t mess around.” Three shot glasses are on the bar and filled in about ten seconds. Mick holds one up towards us. “Skal! To the hottest girls in the entire place!”
I take mine like it’s no big deal and wait for Teagan to grab hers. I avoid meeting his eyes.
“Cheers,” she says.
“I’ll drink to that!” I say loudly, throwing my drink back and downing it with one big swallow. It burns all the way down and leaves a flowery aftertaste in my mouth. I make sure to keep my expression straight.
“Uh-oh,” says Mick, winking at me.
“What?” I ask, pretending like I don’t know what he’s talking about. He respects my cool alcoholic act.
“So, you guys are moving in together when?”
“Next week. He’s convinced we need to find another place. Mick’s taking over his apartment to save money so we need to find somewhere else to live since the Golden Legacy is not an option. We’re going hunting this weekend. Luckily he’s paying for it until my crap is figured out.”
“Oooo, I want to come hunting with you!”
“You can.” She pulls into the club parking lot. It’s already packed and there’s a line around the door. Luckily we get a VIP spot right in front of the building, courtesy of the club’s part-time bouncer, Rebel. “I’ll text you when I know the details. I don’t think Rebel’s that interested in going, so we can do it together. He trusts me to do it.”
I should probably be a good friend and continue the conversation, but my heart has started beating faster as my nervousness takes hold. I’m going to see Mick any minute now. I pray my fake eyelashes don’t start coming unglued.
“You okay?” Teagan asks me.
I realize she must have shut off the engine a while ago because it’s been silent for too long. “What? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Where’s the foam finger?”
“Seriously, you look like you’re about to walk death row or something.”
I play it off. “Yeah, right.” Opening the door, I put my leg out. “Come on. Stop playing. I need to get my twerk on.”
“Please don’t,” she sighs out.
We skip the line and go right to the front. Several people who are waiting to get in start complaining, but when Teagan starts swapping spit with her main man, who tonight is acting as a bouncer for his friend who owns the club, they shut up pretty quick. That’s right, bitches. I have a VIP pass to the hottest club in LA. Check this.
We step inside and my mood brightens considerably as the big beat from the DJ’s mix washes over me. It’s so heavy it feels like it’s guiding my heartbeats. BOOM-BOOM-DA-BOOM-BOOM. My hips move to the rhythm.
“Let’s get a drink,” Teagan says, yelling to be heard above the din.
“Okay! Shots!” Time to get this party started. I need to take the edge off my nerves. It’s taking every ounce of willpower I have not to scan the room searching for Mick’s blonde head.
We make it to the bar and Teagan waves at someone down at the far end. My view of pretty much everything is blocked because I’m too short to see over all the heads. People are standing four deep at the bar trying to get drinks. My toe starts tapping, tapping, tapping. I’m pretending it’s to the beat, but it’s really just nervous energy trying to escape.
When the bartender comes into view I almost have a heart attack. Mick. My tapping foot freezes in the up position.
“Well, well, well! Look who’s here!” he says, smiling like a fiend.
Oh shit. All my plans to act like he’s nothing to me and doesn’t matter start trickling away.
One look.
That’s all it takes.
My eyebrows are no match for his charm and that frigging face of his. Dammit!
“We need shots!” Teagan says, bouncing to the beat. “Southern Comfort!”
“Wow, you don’t mess around.” Three shot glasses are on the bar and filled in about ten seconds. Mick holds one up towards us. “Skal! To the hottest girls in the entire place!”
I take mine like it’s no big deal and wait for Teagan to grab hers. I avoid meeting his eyes.
“Cheers,” she says.
“I’ll drink to that!” I say loudly, throwing my drink back and downing it with one big swallow. It burns all the way down and leaves a flowery aftertaste in my mouth. I make sure to keep my expression straight.
“Uh-oh,” says Mick, winking at me.
“What?” I ask, pretending like I don’t know what he’s talking about. He respects my cool alcoholic act.
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