Page 79 of Passing Ships

“Yours and mine both,” Savannah agrees.

“This is amazing,” Avie says. She’s lounging on the soft leather bench at the back of the yacht. “What’s next?”

“Ibiza,” I say.

“As in Spain?” Lisa asks.

“No, sadly, my private jet is in the shop,” I deadpan. “It’s a nightclub near the waterfront.”

“Um, I wouldn’t mind if we went back to the hotel and put on our pajamas and chilled,” Avie says.

“Really? You don’t want to dance the night away?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “I’ve had the best day ever. I’m good.”

I fall down on the bench beside her. “Honestly? I’m not in the mood for a loud, crowded club either. What is wrong with us?

She leans her head on my shoulder.

“We’re growing up.”

“No, say it isn’t so,” I whine.

“I’m afraid so,” she says, then mutters, “I wonder what the boys are doing.”

“Probably sitting on the dock, pretending to fish, and drinking their weight in beer,” I quip.

“I can see,” Eden says, pulling her phone from her purse. “I have Wade on Life360.”

“He lets you track him? Aw, that’s love,” I say.

“More like he tracks me.”

She taps at the screen, and then her brow furrows. “They’re in Wilmington.”

“What?! Where?” I ask.

“Not that far from us. Here’s the address.”

She turns the screen to face me, and I pull my phone out and type it in.

“The Hoochie Hut,” I say.

“What’s that?” Lisa asks.

“A strip club,” I state.

Avie laughs. “Oh my God, Anson mentioned something about a strip club, and I thought he was messing with me. I bet Sebastian wants to kill him right about now.”

“New plan, girls. We’re heading to The Hut,” I declare.

“No. Why would we go there?” Avie asks.

“To get your man. The only hoochie he’s going to be seeing tonight is your unfortunately prickly pussy.”

Lisa and Savannah decide to call it a night. We leave them in one of our rooms, wearing their silk pajamas while watching a movie.

“I want to put on my pajamas,” Avie whines.

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