Page 159 of Exes and Oh Hell No

"Hell no, I’m trying to make sure you actually have fun before your overgrown caveman of a fiancé comes to collect you."

I smirk. "Oh, hesois."

Tara raises a brow, sipping her beer like she’s watching a movie. "I remember Ford in high school. He was a bit… intense.” She sets her beer on the table, her gaze locking on my flushed face. “You want him to come, don’t you?"

I press a hand to my chest, feigning innocence. "Who, me?"

Chloe snorts. "You’re literally testing his patience on purpose."

I grin. "And?"

I know exactly what I’m doing.

Ford isobsessive.

Possessive.

Dangerous when pushed.

And Ilovepushing him because I know what comes next.

My blood rushes faster, and my pussy clenches just thinking about it.

"You’re insane," Tara mutters, shaking her head.

"Certifiable," Chloe agrees with a grin.

Before I can respond, Gram stomps up, holding a bottle of whiskey and looking absolutely thrilled with herself.

"Alright, baby," she hollers. "It’s time for a goddamn show!"

Allie gasps, her eyes lighting up."Yes!Harper, get on the table."

I choke on my drink. "Excuse me?"

“Just like Coyote Ugly. Get on the table.”

I raise my brows. “Didn’t they dance on a bar?”

"On the table!" Gram insists, already grabbing my arm. "This is your last wild night before marriage, so own it."

Tara mutters something about either me or Gram needing therapy.

Maybe both.

Chloe leans back, amused as hell. "Harper, you don’t have to?—"

Too late.

Gram hasadeath grip on my wrist and the power of a thousand chaotic grandmothers.

Drunken Allie has joined in, her whistle deafening.

Before I can blink, I’m hoisted onto the damn table, hands in the air, my face hot as the entire fucking bar turns to look at me.

"Fuck yes!" Allie cheers, clapping like a damn seal.

The bartender hands her the microphone, and suddenly, the entire bar quiets.

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