Page 99 of On the Wild Side

“Oh, my God!”

My eyes sting with tears as I grin at my friend. There are hugs and smiles, and then Polly breaks down into tears.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her.

“Well, now I want to know, too.”

I can’t help but laugh at that. “But Ryan wants to wait?”

“No,I’mthe dumbass who said we should wait, and Ryan just gives me whatever I want. I’m a complete idiot.”

“You can call them in the morning,” Erin reminds her, “and ask them. I’m sure they’ve already noted the sex somewhere, because although they didn’t tell you, they still saw it.”

“That’s true,” Millie says. “Just call them.”

“A baby boy,” Erin says, reaching for Summer’s hand. “That’s so exciting. Do you know what you might name him?”

“We have a list of things that we don’t hate. So far, we’re thinking about Devin, Lincoln, or August.”

“Oh, I like all of those,” Millie says and sips her margarita.

I’m feeling fuzzy. More than tipsy but not shitfaced.

And that means that I’ll probably want to fall asleep soon.

“You guys, I hate to do this, but I think I need to go to bed.”

“I didn’t want to be the first one to tap out,” Erin says. “The pregnant girls beat us!”

With a snort, we stand and walk through the house to the wing of guest rooms. Yes, thewing of guest rooms.

This house is ridiculously big.

When I’m tucked inside of my little room, I pull out my phone and call Brady.

“Abs?” He sounds sleepy, and I kick myself for not texting first. “You okay, baby?”

“Yeah, sorry.” I sound a little slurry. “I shoulda texted, but I’m drunk.”

He sniffs, and I can hear the bed rustling. “You’redrunk? Where’s Daisy?”

“Hey, I’m not a bad mom. She’s withyourmom, if you must know. We had a girls’ night at Polly’s house, and I’m staying here because I can’t even walk a straight line.”

“Oh, good.” I can practically hear him relax. “I’m glad you’re safe. Did you have fun?”

“It’s always fun when we’re together. What are you doing? I bet you look hot, no matter what it is.”

He chuckles. “I was sleeping, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. I woke you up. You should go back to sleep and ignore me.”

“Not a chance. I can’t ignore you; you’re too important.”

And just like that, I’m a pile of goo. “Did you know that sometimes you say things to me that make me feel really good?”

“It would suck if I made you feel bad, Blue Eyes. How much did you have to drink?”

“Don’t know. We kept pouring from the pitcher.” I roll onto my side, cradling the phone to my cheek. “I miss you.”

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