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Cassandra said, “I’d love one. It’s not often that a single mom gets out of the house for ladies’ night.” She wore a black dress that contrasted with her blond hair, which was pinned up at the sides in sparkly barrettes.
“You take such good care of Paige.” Gianna motioned to Cassandra. “You need to make sure you take good care of yourself as well. And if that means coming down here to let down your hair, have a drink, and dance, I say go for it.”
Cassandra laughed. “That sounds like a great idea. At least for tonight.”
Gianna poured them drinks and us refills.
Pandora took a sip. “Ooh, this is good. It hit the spot.”
Pat Benatar’s “Invincible” played.
“This is us,” Gianna declared. “Invincible.” She raised her glass and shimmied in her seat. “Time to forget about work for one night and let loose. Right, ladies?”
“Right,” we all agreed.
That was a sign for me to snap out of my suspicions and enjoy our night out. This was a rare occasion with us all here. I couldn’t ruin it.
I drank another sip and savored the cool tang on my tongue. Despite my intentions, I couldn’t shake off the sense that my misgivings were there for a reason. And if so, why?
CHAPTER9
LUCAS
Since Sebastian and Gianna’s wedding, I’d been thinking about proposing to Zoe more and more. I wanted to seal our relationship with marriage in addition to those we’d promised to each other when we took the mating bond. Maybe that was my human side coming out since I was half-dragon shifter and half-human.
Or perhaps it was because my roommates had both gotten married to their mates in the last several months. I’d have to give them a hard time about that.
When I found them in the living room, they were watching a Monty Python sketch of the Ministry of Silly Walks. That would be a way to make my entrance and capture their attention.
I walked in hopping on one leg and then turned backward. After pumping my arms up and down like a chicken, I spun forward and took two walking lunges.
“What in crimson hell are you doing, man?” Diego asked.
I straightened. “Perfecting my silly walk.”
Sebastian laughed.
Diego shook his head.
“I’m here for a government grant,” I added with a smile.
Diego pointed his thumbs down. “Denied.”
I huffed and crossed my arms. “Fine. I’ll go with my usual entrance.” I walked out of the room. I turned and ran back in, spreading my arms wide, and declared, “Here I am.” Then I sang the chorus to the Scorpions’ “Rock You Like a Hurricane.”
Sebastian grumbled, “Someone wants attention.”
“True.” I wagged my finger. “You two have done it to me again.”
“And what, pray tell, have we done now?” Diego asked in a posh tone.
“Getting married.” I gestured at him and then Sebastian.
Sebastian arched his brow. “What does us getting married have to do withyou?”
“Your weddings put ideas in my head.” I pointed to it.
Diego chuckled. “I can see it now—picturing you like a Bridezilla going nutso as you plan the details of your perfect dream wedding.”
