Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“Chick pass.” Briar bit into a donut, raising a brow. “Familiar with it?”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Whether to strangle or kiss this impossible woman. I just knew with certainty that she’d spent the last twenty-four hours pulling my leg – and that she had an excellent sense of humor and wit to match.
I swirled my drink in my hand, finally chiming in. “Funny you seem to remember so many things about your past these days, Cuddlebug.”
“Isn’t it great?” Briar grinned back at me. “I also remembered we bought you that pump to enlarge your you-know-what. Did it arrive yet?”
Dallas slapped a hand to her chest and closed her eyes. “Can we all just take a moment to appreciate how Briar out-Oliver’d Oliver?”
Zach turned to Briar. “What’s your sex tape called?”
She opened her mouth to answer, and even though I was ninety-nine percent sure the sex tape in question didn’t exist, I bit out, “I am going to punch your face into another planet if you ask her one more question about it, Sun.”
“Come on, Ollie. I’m proud of my past.” Briar grabbed my knee under the table and massaged it, creeping her fingers up my inner thigh, damn near fleecing a groan from the back of my throat. She played dirty. “I mean, aren’t you proud of your past?”
Okay. Now I knew she remembered everything. Every shameful detail that brought us here.
“You’re right.” I focused on not coming in my pants like someone half my age. “Please, continue.”
And while you’re at it, when did you regain your memory? How long have you been pulling this charade?
My head was a mess. My dick, however, was very clear about its feelings. It wanted to burst through my zipper and into the milky way.
“So.” Briar turned to Zach. “Remember ‘Two Girls, One Cup’?”
“Do I ever.” Zach flashed me the quick, satisfied smirk of someone who knew my agony was akin to that of Jesus Christ on his last breath. “It’s a milestone in the cultural sphere of pornography.”
“Me and my ex-boyfriend recreated it with a sundae and some nuts. You decide which pair I’m referring to.”
Everybody at the table laughed. I wanted to skip to the part of my mercy killing.
“Seriously.” Briar set down her fork and pushed her plate in. “It’s why I decided to become an intimacy coordinator. It’s my mission in life to bring as many naked bodies and sexy times to the screen as possible.”
Zach saluted to her. “We thank you for your service.”
“She’s lovely.” Frankie fanned herself with her hand. “Seriously, I’m obsessed.”
“So am I,” I concurred.
Dallas stole Romeo’s dessert. “Is your co-star that ex you talked about in Texas? Grant?”
“That’s the one.”
“The seal-saving environmentalist,” I muttered into my drink.
Dallas pointed to Farrow. “Fae and I totally Googled him.”
“What did you think?” Briar wiggled her brows. “Hot, right?”
“Totally. If things fall through with Ollie, he’s cute.”
Fuck it.
I slammed my glass down a little too hard, sloshing gin over the rim. “What specifically?”
Briar’s answer came instantly. “His brows.”
“His brows,” I deadpanned.
She tapped her chin. “And his teeth.”
“His teeth?”
“And he likes reading smut.”
“Ohhh …” That got Dallas’ attention. She rocketed forward, forgetting the Haitian donuts. “Seriously? That is hot.”
Romeo narrowed his eyes, steering the conversation away. “Tell me, Briar. Do you remember anything from Texas?”
“About the trip?” Briar nodded. “I remember everything the girls told me. Like how Farrow cheated her way into the Olympics but ended up not competing.”
Farrow shrugged, unbothered. This didn’t even chart top ten on the list of things she wanted to hide. We all knew Fae had become something of a living legend with the Olympic incident, and Dallas thought the world would function more peacefully if no one held a job.
Lovely.
Briar had kid gloves on when it came to the girls, but she’d brought out the claws for me.
“And I remember how Dallas has never held onto a job …” She turned to Dal with a serene smile. “… and that she was essentially sold into marriage by a father who never supported her. Luckily, she fell in love with her kidnapper, who thankfully has the means to fund her shopping addiction.”
Damn, she arrived to this dinner with receipts. I could only imagine what she’d say about me when my turn inevitably came.
Dallas shrugged, stealing scraps off her sister’s plate. “I married a billionaire. I’m not about to set up a lemonade stand out front. It is what it is.”
“Okay, this is low key fun.” Frankie squealed. “I know I didn’t go on that trip, but can you roast me, too?” She raised her hand in the air and waved, like a student eager to answer a question in class. “Me, too. Me, too.”
I couldn’t bite back my groan. This was bad … and it was about to get worse.
Briar slowly tilted her head in Frankie’s direction, a serene smile plastered on her face. “I saved the best for last, Frankie.”