Page 16 of Play Dirty (Brooklyn Dawn 1)

Jamie threw back her head. “She’s a crazy bitch. Wouldn’t put it past her.” She shrugged. “Well, someone’s eyes were on my ass.”

“Everyone’s are because you’re showing half your assets.”

“They’re prime assets.”

I rolled my eyes. “You couldn’t wear a dress for once in your life?”

“Nope.”

“What if I get married?”

“I can be your best badass. Just don’t make me wear a goddamn dress. Besides, who would you marry?”

I shrugged. “It might happen someday.”

Jamie slung her arm around my shoulder. Without my heels, she was actually a few inches taller than me. Both of us were taller than average—well except for this particular group of people. “It’s you and me to the end, blondie. And don’t you forget it.”

I wrapped my arm around her hips. “To the end, bitch.”

She steered me up the beach toward the tents. “Let’s get some lobster into you. I think I smell some barbecue too. These crazy kids sure know how to throw a party. If I have to go to a wedding, at least I get to stuff my face.”

“Is that all you care about?”

“Since everyone outside of Brooklyn Dawn is paired up other than West’s sister, food is the only thing on my menu. Though if I had enough whiskey in me, I might go for Raven. She’s hot.”

I laughed. “Ten bucks says you’ll find someone to drag off to a corner before the end of the night.”

“I don’t take sucker bets.”

We trudged up the sand to the trio of tents set up for the reception festivities. The minute we crossed the threshold of the tent, a server came over to us with a lei and a glass of champagne for each of us.

“I could get used to this.” Jamie accepted her glass and downed the bubbly like a shot. “Anything stronger than this?”

“That was for the toast, Miss.”

“Oh, right.” Jamie patted the server’s arm. “Guess I’ll have to find another glass later. Bar?”

The woman wasn’t ruffled. Even by Jamie’s standards, she was tame tonight. The server waved her arm gracefully toward the large bar along the back.

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Jamie grabbed my hand and dragged me along.

“Thank you,” I called back to the woman.

We got to the long pop-up bar and Jamie rubbed her hands. “I require a real drink.”

“Aloha, lovely lady.”

I snorted. “No ladies here.”

“I beg to differ. I see two of the prettiest ladies in the world, and I’m surrounded by beautiful women.”

“Wow, laying it on thick.” Leaning on the bar, Jamie propped her head on her hands with an exaggerated bat of her lashes. “Think you’re getting a big tip there, pal?”

“I’ve already been paid. Free bar.”

“Oh, now this I like.” She stood up straight and patted her barely there shorts. “I could barely fit my emergency fifty in these pockets.”

The bartender’s gaze raced over Jamie’s long, lean form. The playful hint to his Hawaiian nice guy routine turned into a heated gaze.

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