Page 49 of The Fun Part
Nathan shakes his head. “It’s like the bro code means nothing to you.”
Owen grins. “Couldn’t resist.”
“Our champagne’s here!” Shayla says. “Let’s sit over there and have a toast.”
Two waiters bring the champagne and glasses to a large round table with plush leather seats.
As we walk over, Harper whispers in my ear, “What woman?”
“No idea,” I say. Nathan’s never been serious about anyone.
After everyone has a glass, Shayla lifts hers in a toast. “To new ventures!”
We all toast to that.
“And friends!” I say, lifting a glass. We toast again.
“Does anyone want to dance?” Shayla asks. “I don’t mind if you want to go downstairs for a bit. I’ve got Owen to keep me company here.”
“I’ll go if you ladies want to go,” Nathan says.
“Mackenzie and I’ve already been down there,” Harper says.
“She met Felipe,” I say.
Nathan’s brows lift. “The guy with the wardrobe malfunction?” He gestures to the buttons on his shirt respectfully buttoned up.
“It was sexy,” Harper says. “Never mind. He sucks.”
“How about you?” Nathan asks Olivia.
“Me?” Olivia squeaks. “No, thanks. I’m not looking for a man. Not that you were asking me out. I, uh, no, thanks.” Bright pink splotches bloom on her cheeks and neck.
“When was the last time you hooked up with a sexy guy?” Harper teases Olivia.
I elbow Harper in the ribs. “Maybe she isn’t looking for a guy. It’s cool either way, Olivia.”
Olivia rolls her eyes. “I’m just busy with work. After I’m better established, I’ll think about a relationshipwith a man.”
“So my little brother has a chance?” I ask.
“Finn and I are pen pals,” Olivia says.
“Do you frame his poems?” I ask.
She crosses her arms. “He’s sending me poems for my opinion, that’s all. He’s trying to get published.”
I knew he was sending her poems! I bet she helps him with the rhyme scheme. Clam jam was genius. Ha!
“And all I want is a text,” Harper says on a sigh.
“You can’t even get a text?” Nathan asks. “What kind of guys are you—”
“What’s her name?” Harper asks.
Nathan’s brows scrunch in confusion. “Whose name?”
Shayla waves excitedly in the distance. “Claire! You made it!” Claire is Claire Jordan, Harper’s mom, famous actor, director, and producer. Hollywood royalty. Well, so is Shayla. They’re just like us only prettier, richer, and well-traveled. Ha! You couldn’t pay me to live in the spotlight. I like my privacy.
