with a
laugh. As a bartender, she was used to pouring drinks and she topped off their
glasses after opening a brand new bottle of wine.
Nikita leaned back on the couch and smiled as
she pet one of Evie’s dogs who was sprawled out over her lap. “I don’t get
hangovers.”
“Which is why we hate you.” Becca Nuria
glared at her twin sister, making them all laugh. She and Nikita had identical
facial features, but that was where the similarities stopped. Becca worked at
the bakery with Kali and lived in the apartment above Sinfully Sweet. She was
softer, more curvy than Nikita. Becca had a gentle nature, while her twin was
basically bad-ass. “I still don’t understand how you’re not affected by alcohol
the same way I am. It’s damn unfair.”
“Life is unfair,” Nikita replied with a shrug
as she sipped from her glass. “I’m glad the adoption went well today. I liked
that little mutt, and I’m glad you found him a good home.”
“The family that adopted Monster already loves
him. It’s so nice to see when an entire family bonds with a dog,” Evie agreed.
The mutt in question was a dog named Monster, who was one of the ugliest
looking dogs they’d ever had at the center. Despite his looks, he had one of
the sweetest dispositions and was caring and gentle. Evie and a few of the crew
had rescued him from below a highway overpass where he had been abandoned.
“Too bad Kali is missing out tonight since
she’s having dinner with Hammer and Dare. She’s gonna miss out on all the good
gossip. I wanna hear all about you and Dr. Hottie,” Zoe said as she rubbed a
foot on Lancelot who was sprawled on the floor near her feet.
Evie let out a groan. “Can we please stop
calling him that?”
“Yes! I want to hear all about this kiss. Was
it soft and dreamy or hot and steamy?” Becca asked, leaning forward. “What? I’m
not getting any so I need to live vicariously through you.”
“What you need to do is stop mooning over
some guy you’ve never even met and go out with a real man,” Nikita corrected.
“I am not mooning over anyone,” Becca
protested. Aggravated, she shot a glare at her twin. “For the last time, he’s
just a pen pal. You’re just irritated because I won’t tell you who he is.”
“Oh, leave Becca alone,” Zoe scolded. “Sorry
we don’t all have a hot, biker boyfriend like you do. How are you and Tiny
doing by the way?”
Nikita rolled her eyes. “His name is Tate,
and no, I’m not dating him anymore.”
“Aww, what happened?” Evie asked.
“He got...attached. I thought we were just
having fun, but then he started texting all the time and asking where I was. It
was annoying, so I ended it.” Nikita paused with an exaggerated sigh. “He
cried.”
The women all laughed. “Of course he did,”
Zoe said. “Girl, you are the only woman I know who can make a big, tattooed
hulk cry like a little girl.”
Nikita didn’t want to let her friends know
exactly how much her break up with Tate had really bothered her. Her friends
all thought of her as a player of sorts, and maybe she was. But the real reason
she dated so much was because she was looking for someone she really connected
with. And that person wasn’t Tate. Deciding it was time to turn the
conversation away from herself, Nikita asked, “Speaking of men crying, how is
the big bet going? I have to say, it’s been killing me to know and not be able
to tease Dante about it.”
“You can’t!” Zoe exclaimed, wine sloshing
over the rim of her glass as she jerked in her seat.
“Relax. You swore us to secrecy. I haven’t
said a word to Dante about it,” Nikita assured her. “But I have to ask, if he
goes through with the entire bet and doesn’t touch another woman for four
months, are you finally going to put him out of his misery?”
“He does seem to have it pretty bad for you,”
Becca agreed.
“Honestly, I think Dante is serious about
this,” Evie said softly. “But you need to really think about
laugh. As a bartender, she was used to pouring drinks and she topped off their
glasses after opening a brand new bottle of wine.
Nikita leaned back on the couch and smiled as
she pet one of Evie’s dogs who was sprawled out over her lap. “I don’t get
hangovers.”
“Which is why we hate you.” Becca Nuria
glared at her twin sister, making them all laugh. She and Nikita had identical
facial features, but that was where the similarities stopped. Becca worked at
the bakery with Kali and lived in the apartment above Sinfully Sweet. She was
softer, more curvy than Nikita. Becca had a gentle nature, while her twin was
basically bad-ass. “I still don’t understand how you’re not affected by alcohol
the same way I am. It’s damn unfair.”
“Life is unfair,” Nikita replied with a shrug
as she sipped from her glass. “I’m glad the adoption went well today. I liked
that little mutt, and I’m glad you found him a good home.”
“The family that adopted Monster already loves
him. It’s so nice to see when an entire family bonds with a dog,” Evie agreed.
The mutt in question was a dog named Monster, who was one of the ugliest
looking dogs they’d ever had at the center. Despite his looks, he had one of
the sweetest dispositions and was caring and gentle. Evie and a few of the crew
had rescued him from below a highway overpass where he had been abandoned.
“Too bad Kali is missing out tonight since
she’s having dinner with Hammer and Dare. She’s gonna miss out on all the good
gossip. I wanna hear all about you and Dr. Hottie,” Zoe said as she rubbed a
foot on Lancelot who was sprawled on the floor near her feet.
Evie let out a groan. “Can we please stop
calling him that?”
“Yes! I want to hear all about this kiss. Was
it soft and dreamy or hot and steamy?” Becca asked, leaning forward. “What? I’m
not getting any so I need to live vicariously through you.”
“What you need to do is stop mooning over
some guy you’ve never even met and go out with a real man,” Nikita corrected.
“I am not mooning over anyone,” Becca
protested. Aggravated, she shot a glare at her twin. “For the last time, he’s
just a pen pal. You’re just irritated because I won’t tell you who he is.”
“Oh, leave Becca alone,” Zoe scolded. “Sorry
we don’t all have a hot, biker boyfriend like you do. How are you and Tiny
doing by the way?”
Nikita rolled her eyes. “His name is Tate,
and no, I’m not dating him anymore.”
“Aww, what happened?” Evie asked.
“He got...attached. I thought we were just
having fun, but then he started texting all the time and asking where I was. It
was annoying, so I ended it.” Nikita paused with an exaggerated sigh. “He
cried.”
The women all laughed. “Of course he did,”
Zoe said. “Girl, you are the only woman I know who can make a big, tattooed
hulk cry like a little girl.”
Nikita didn’t want to let her friends know
exactly how much her break up with Tate had really bothered her. Her friends
all thought of her as a player of sorts, and maybe she was. But the real reason
she dated so much was because she was looking for someone she really connected
with. And that person wasn’t Tate. Deciding it was time to turn the
conversation away from herself, Nikita asked, “Speaking of men crying, how is
the big bet going? I have to say, it’s been killing me to know and not be able
to tease Dante about it.”
“You can’t!” Zoe exclaimed, wine sloshing
over the rim of her glass as she jerked in her seat.
“Relax. You swore us to secrecy. I haven’t
said a word to Dante about it,” Nikita assured her. “But I have to ask, if he
goes through with the entire bet and doesn’t touch another woman for four
months, are you finally going to put him out of his misery?”
“He does seem to have it pretty bad for you,”
Becca agreed.
“Honestly, I think Dante is serious about
this,” Evie said softly. “But you need to really think about
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