Page 152 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
“I think she was eight,” I add.
“Before my time.” Harper waves at Dean, who’s threading through the crowds with Levi.
“Hey.” Josie snaps her fingers. “I’ve learned how to hold on real tight since then.” Seduction laces her voice.
I cock an eyebrow.
“I’ve had a lot more between my thighs.” She winks.
“Thighs built for riding.” Hannah raises her hands for a double high-five, and Josie slaps her palms with a grin. “I’m next.”
I shake my head. “Sweetie, you can’t get on the bull. You’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.”
“Do you want to have sex with Wyatt?” I ask, loud enough to ride over the bar’s roar and each other, but not loud enough for the guys to hear.
Hannah glances at Wyatt, who nods our direction as he takes a seat at the table behind us. She waves at him with intention in her gaze.
I pull her hand down. “Alright. Don’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“You’ll regret it in the morning.” I turn to the tables behind us.
I don’t even have to ask, and Hart is sliding a pitcher of water toward me, as if he can read my mind.
Typically, the action would flare anger in me, but tonight, I’m confused.
Confused by the kind gesture.
More confused by this new look in his eyes, and whether I want to know what it means or not.
“Thanks.” I fill a glass and hand it to Hannah. “What happened to hydrating? What have you had? Like one drink?”
Josie snorts. “The first step is admitting you want to sleep with him. The second is mounting that bull. Then mounting Wyatt.”
Hannah pushes away the water. “See? Josie knows.”
“Josie doesn’t know.” I clasp her hands around the drink. “Finish this.”
She pouts.
Josie snorts.
I slap her. “Stop encouraging her. You’re supposed to be taking care of her, remember?”
Josie rolls her eyes. “Please, Wyatt would never touch her drunk, but at least he’d have confirmation she likes him. All she does is push him away.”
It’s a good thing we are angled away from the guys.
“Yeah, all I do is push him away.” Hannah spills her drink on my boots.
“Seriously?”
“Oh shoot.” She hiccups. “I think I’m drunk.”
I shake my boot to rid it of the water. “No shit.”
