Page 4 of When We Ignite
He shook his head. “No more Sophia.”
“That’s too bad,” I said. “I liked her. I admired her dedication to low necklines—even if she was always one deep breath away from a wardrobe malfunction.”
“She did have a great rack,” Henry admitted.
“Ample,” I added. From the corner of my eye, I could see Ethan struggling not to smile.
“Why would that matter to you in the first place?” Oliver asked.
Glancing at Henry and catching his wide grin, I said, “They looked fun. Were they?”
“Very fun,” he confirmed.
I clinked his glass. “So why’d you break up with Sophia Fun-Tits?”
Oliver buried his face in his hands while Charlotte patted his back. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to laugh at his expense.
“She stopped being fun. Now, Marisa—she’s a hoot,” he said, waggling his brows. Henry took a drink and grimaced. “It’s too early for whiskey. I’m having a gin. Does anyone want one?” he asked the table, raising his hand.
“Maybe Ethan wants one. Do you want to try gin?” I asked him.
“He’s good with one drink,” Oliver interrupted.
“I’m sorry, did you change your name? I don’t recall asking you what you wanted to drink.”
“Can I have a gin? Light on the tonic. Thanks, Max,” Henry said to the server. He shrugged off his jacket and looked at Ethan. “Are you drinking? I thought you were like sixteen.”
I pulled a cigarette out of my pocket. “He’s nineteen.”
“No, don’t smoke here,” Oliver said, raising his hand toward me.
“What? I thought you wanted the full Langley experience. You wouldn’t want poor Charlotte realizing she married into a family of foul-mouthed alcoholics after the fact, would you?” I teased.
Turning to her, I added, “She should go into it with all the information. Isn’t that right, Charlie?”
She offered me a polite but knowing look. “I think I’m well aware of that by this point.” There was a feisty spark beneath her composure—I rather liked that.
The server came back with Henry’s drink.
“Can you imagine Oli being the only point of reference?” Henry said, setting his glass down. He barely paused before saying, “Actually, just bring me another one right away.”
That pulled a loud laugh from me. “Sorry, Oli.”
“Go smoke somewhere else,” Oliver demanded, leaning toward Charlotte and whispering something in her ear—probably an apology.
I pushed my chair back to do exactly that.
“I’ll come with you,” Ethan said, standing up from his.
We walked away from the terrace, and I lit a cigarette as he pulled something from his pocket.
“What’s that?” I asked him, placing my sunglasses back on my face.
“It’s a vape. Have you never had one?”
“I like these better,” I told him, taking a drag and blowing the smoke away.
“Do you want to try it?” he asked, offering it to me.
