Page 37 of Hate the Game
Before I could answer Jax jumped in. “That sounds good. We’ll all go.”
Blaire stared at him like he’d lost his mind. “I didn’t invite you.”
“Too bad. I want a milkshake, too.” He looked at me. “Harley? There might not be line dancing but you might still have fun.”
Blaire looked between us and frowned. “What am I missing?”
“Nothing.” I hooked my arm through hers and started walking away from the guys. “A milkshake sounds amazing.”
“It’s the other way.” She giggled as we swung around and passed the guys again. “Come on if you’re coming, I guess.”
Both of them fell into step beside us. Jax looked down at me and frowned. “I still think it’s bullshit that you got the thanks we deserved.”
I patted his chest, pretended to not notice how hard it was, and smirked at him. “Would a parade make you feel better, golden boy?”
His lips lifted at the corners. “Maybe. Depends on the floats, I guess.”
Blaire snorted and elbowed me. “Obviously there’d be a float that looked like his giant head.”
“And maybe one of him riding a horse with a big sword. That’d probably make him happy.”
She giggled. “Does he have the sword or does the horse have the sword?”
“This milkshake better be good.” Jax looked over at Cole and shook his head. “Are we really sure we should miss pizza for this?”
Cole reached around Blaire to tug my hair. “To be determined.”
***Savannah***
“Iespecially loved the line about Jax’s uncharacteristically wobbly throw.” Cole sat across from me in a booth at Cow Cow’s Creamery, laughing with tears in his eyes as he recalled the only negative line in my article.
Blaire had insisted on pulling it up and her eyes were bright with laughter as she looked up at her brother. “I’ve always heard southerners were good at insulting people and making it sound so sweet and innocent.”
I was next to Jax, face buried in my hands to hide just how hotly I was blushing. “Can we move on from this?!”
Jax tossed a balled-up napkin at me. “Oh?Youwant to move on from it? I’m just so glad you caught my wobbly throw and called me out on it.”
“I’m going to crawl under this table pretty soon. You’re not supposed to sit and have milkshakes with the person you just wrote about.” I groaned but my head snapped up when I felt Jax’s hand on my upper thigh.
He squeezed just enough to get my attention. “I can handle a little tough love. Plus, having you admit that I’m normally amazing the rest of the time was nice.”
Blaire tossed a straw at him. “Don’t flirt with my friend.”
“What about that was flirty?”
She made a face. “You can handle a little tough love? Tough love? Really?”
I sucked at my milkshake and looked at Cole. I nearly choked when he flicked his eyes to my lap with a look that said he knew where Jax’s hand was. There was no way, though.
He grinned and raised his eyebrows. “Jax has never been able to flirt. He’s too nice for real flirting.”
Jax’s fingers tightened on my thigh. “And what do you consider real flirting?”
Blaire groaned. “Honestly, do Vannah and I need to be here for this? We could go and leave you two to flirt with each other.”
I laughed, doing my best to ignore Jax’s hand. “Hey, Poppins, do you have your bag? Maybe you could pull out a yardstick for the dick measuring contest.”
“A yardstick? More like a broken ruler. Don’t let their attitudes make you think they’re packing heat. I used to bathe with that one when we were little and he has no right to be that cocky.”
