Page 160 of Sinful Hearts

“Really?”

“You know the code for my front door, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then do it. Get ready at my place and I’ll call you when I’m on the way. Deal?”

“Deal,” she gushes. “Thank you, you’re the best.”

“No problem. See you soon.”

“Yeah, see you soon. Lo—” she stops short, clearing her throat. “Right. See you soon.”

She hangs up abruptly. I’m grinning ear-to-ear as I slip the phone into my pocket and turn to head back into The Banshee, where thereisa fair amount of setup still to do.

Callie steps right in front of me, giving me one of her patented “I’m about to give you shit about something” looks of hers.

“Yes?”

“Who was that?”

I shrug. “Nobody.”

She rolls her eyes. “Bullshit. You’re grinning like a schoolgirl.”

“Not at all. Just psyched about the free cocktails tonight.”

She shakes her head, turning to walk away. “Whatever, fine. Keep your secrets.”

Fuck it.

I clear my throat. “That was Elsa, actually.”

Callie turns, looking extremely curious. So does Eilish, popping up from behind the bar.

“Wait, what?” Neve’s blonde sister arches her brow.

“That was Elsa.”

Callie frowns. “Aaaand?”

“And she’s coming tonight.” I glance at the two of them and clear my throat. “As my date.”

Callie’s eyebrows shoot so far up they almost disappear into her hairline. Eilish grins impishly.

“Noshit,” Callie blurts, staring at me. “Like, a date-date?”

“Don’t make it weird.”

“My nearly thirty-year-old terminally single brother is about to go on his first date. It’s already fucking weird, dude.”

I flip her off as she and Eilish snicker. “Well, just don’t be a bag of dicks about it.”

“What’s she being a bag of dicks about?”

I turn, grinning when I see Sean lugging three huge cases of liquor bottles into the bar from a van outside.

“Nothing. Thanks for helping, man.”

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