Page 9 of Playboy

“He probably won’t pick up since he’s?—”

Millie’s words are cut off when Daniel’s pretty face fills the frame. God, I forgot how boyishly good-looking he is. Dark brown hair that’s always a bit messy, high cheekbones that belong on a model, and scruff that exists purely to fuel fantasies of what it would feel like between a woman’s legs. And my biggest weakness: wide brown eyes that hold more depth than he lets the world believe he’s capable of. Though right now, they’re glazed over.

“Sara!” he drawls.

Yup. The boy is either high or drunk. Maybe both.

“Awe are you in pain?” Sara uses the voice she typically reserves for talking to Beckett’s twin babies or Vivi.

“Yes. So much pain. But I got the glitter, Sar. I got the mother-fucking-glitter.”

The snort I hold in is so violent it hurts. The rest of the girls are either full-on laughing or covering their mouths.

All but Millie, who stands and angles over the table, then snatches the phone from Sara. “You’re an idiot.”

“Awe, Mills. I got my pee-pee pierced.”

Tears stream down my face. This is gold.

She shakes her head. “Why?”

He sighs, but he’s wearing a dopey smile. “Because I wanted to be matchy-matchy with my boys. And now I am.”

“Oh my god,” Lennox says between giggles.

“And it’s the one for pleasure. I’m a hero,” he says nonsensically.

“Real hero,” Millie mutters. “You put a pin through your penis and you want a prize.”

Behind us, chairs screech along the floor. Oops. Looks like the couple at the next table isn’t interested in our conversation.

Millie holds up her hand. “Sorry.”

“Nope. My prize is my penis. My penis is my prize.” Squinting, he looks away from the phone. “Aiden, I have words for a song. Penis song. Penis prizes.”

“Oh, someone better be recording this,” I say.

“Hannah? Is that Hannah?” Daniel drawls.

I take the phone from Millie and wave at him. “Hi, Baby Hall. How you doing?”

“If I tell you it hurts, will you kiss it better?” He puffs his lip out in an exaggerated pout.

Beside me, Millie tries to steal the device out of my hand. “Oh, for the love of god.”

I pull it back before she can get to it. “You couldn’t handle me, Baby Hall.”

“I’m willing to try.” He scrunches up one side of his face in what I think is supposed to be a wink.

His image shakes, and War says, “Your dick is officially off the market. Talk to Hannah in two months.” Then the Bolts’ instigator appears on the screen. “Sorry, girls. I gotta put this one to bed.”

“Hannah!” Daniel screams from off screen. “Please, I got the pleasure one!”

I laugh as I shake my head. “I’m leaving for spring training anyway, Baby Hall. Now be a good boy and listen to Daddy War.”

When War rolls his eyes, I just blow him a kiss and wink.

“I’ll miss you, dream girl,” Hall yells in the background.

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