3. Hannah #2
“Eh, you know how the guys are. Especially Jasper freaking Quinn. I’ll probably be on babysitting duty the entire time.”
“After the nun thing, he’ll surely be on his best behavior,” Ava says.
Oh my sweet, innocent Ava. She only ever sees the best in people.
“You should all come when the guys play Tampa. We can make it a girls’ weekend.”
Millie nods. “I’m in. Gavin will take any excuse he can get to bring Viv and me along with him when he travels with the team.”
“Obviously I’ll be there,” Sara adds.
I glance toward my redheaded bestie. “What about you?”
Ava winces. “I’m not ready to leave Josie, Scarlett, and Bray yet. Arizona will be hard enough.”
As disappointed as I am that I won’t get to see her, I don’t give her shit. She’s still adjusting to being the mother of three. “That’s okay. Arizona is going to be a blast. Three days, a hot tub overlooking the mountains, and time with all my favorite people? I couldn’t ask for more.”
“Speaking of your favorite people,” Sara says with a wiggle of her shoulders. “Guess what Daniel Hall did today?”
Millie groans. “Oh god, do I even want to know?”
Poor Millie. While I have quite a few stepbrothers from my mother’s many marriages, details about their sex lives don’t bother me. Probably because I only ever spent a couple of years living under the same roof. We aren’t nearly as close as she is to her brothers.
Millie, along with the rest of America, had to watch her older brother cheat on the woman who is now her stepmom.
When Lake—yes, Lake Paige, international pop star and my idol—found out Paul was cheating on her, rather than fall apart, she slept with his dad.
And then became Paul’s stepmom. That’s boss-bitch level shit.
Daniel, Millie’s twin, is literally the biggest player on the Bolts’ roster. That’s saying something, because those guys get around.
Not that I’m bothered by his player status. I like a man who knows what he’s doing, and like they say, practice makes perfect.
Not that I’d ever go near him. There was a time when I had the tiniest crush on the guy.
But sex with the brother of one of my besties would be complicated, and one thing I don’t do is complicated.
“He finally got bedazzled!” Sara does jazz hands to celebrate.
The table erupts in laughter.
Everyone except Millie, whose face is twisted in disgust. “Ew. Why?”
“Why does he want to get pierced?” I lean forward, brows raised, and hold up a finger so I can count off the many reasons he may have chosen this path for himself. “For one, it’s hot. Two, it’s hot. Three, have I mentioned before, it’s fucking hot?”
Lennox and Sara both nod obnoxiously in agreement. When Millie sees Ava biting back a smile, she points at her. “You too?”
Our sweet, reserved friend holds up her hand. “What can I say? It feels fantastic.”
Millie’s head falls back. “Gah, even she gets to ride a piercing.”
A bark of a laugh escapes me. “She married Tyler Warren. Was there ever any real question that he was pierced?”
Arms folded, Millie huffs. “I guess not.”
Sara presses her tongue to the inside of her cheek. “You’re just jealous because yours is the only Langfield who didn’t get pierced.”
“Please, there is no way that Beckett Langfield is pierced.”
“I have a rule!” Ava yells in a voice louder than I thought she was capable.
We all spin in her direction.
“We don’t talk about Beckett’s dick. He’s just…I like him as a person and I don’t want to think of him sexually.”
Millie throws up her hands. “That’s what I’m saying!”
“Bet you he has a really dirty mouth,” Lennox mutters.
“He’s a Langfield. Of course he does,” Sara muses.
Ava glares at them both, and they hold up their drinks in defeat.
“Fine,” Sara says. “No talking about Beckett’s dick. But Daniel’s?”
Millie scowls. “You are dead to me.”
“No, I’m your favorite sister-in-law.”
“Hey!” Lennox whines.
I roll my eyes. They’re always like this. “Who’s getting Danny Boy on the phone? I’m curious about what kind he got.”
“Don’t look at me.” Millie holds up her hands.
She’s taking this way too seriously. What’s a little dick piercing? Well, okay, hopefully there’s nothing little about it. I’d like to imagine that Hall is well endowed. Not that it matters. Like I said, not going near that complication.
“I’ll call him,” Sara offers, no shame in her game.
When the sound of the FaceTime request ricochets off the walls of the restaurant, a couple from one table over glares in our direction. Sara doesn’t bat an eye. She just lowers the sound and smiles.
“He probably won’t pick up since he’s?—”
Millie’s words are cut off when Daniel’s pretty face fills the frame.
God, I forgot how boyishly good-looking he is.
Dark brown hair that’s always a bit messy, high cheekbones that belong on a model, and scruff that exists purely to fuel fantasies of what it would feel like between a woman’s legs.
And my biggest weakness: wide brown eyes that hold more depth than he lets the world believe he’s capable of. Though right now, they’re glazed over.
“ Sara !” he drawls.
Yup. The boy is either high or drunk. Maybe both.
“Awe are you in pain?” Sara uses the voice she typically reserves for talking to Beckett’s twin babies or Vivi.
“Yes. So much pain. But I got the glitter, Sar. I got the mother-fucking-glitter.”
The snort I hold in is so violent it hurts. The rest of the girls are either full-on laughing or covering their mouths.
All but Millie, who stands and angles over the table, then snatches the phone from Sara. “You’re an idiot.”
“Awe, Mills. I got my pee-pee pierced.”
Tears stream down my face. This is gold.
She shakes her head. “Why?”
He sighs, but he’s wearing a dopey smile. “Because I wanted to be matchy-matchy with my boys. And now I am.”
“Oh my god,” Lennox says between giggles.
“And it’s the one for pleasure. I’m a hero,” he says nonsensically.
“Real hero,” Millie mutters. “You put a pin through your penis and you want a prize.”
Behind us, chairs screech along the floor. Oops. Looks like the couple at the next table isn’t interested in our conversation.
Millie holds up her hand. “Sorry.”
“Nope. My prize is my penis. My penis is my prize.” Squinting, he looks away from the phone. “Aiden, I have words for a song. Penis song. Penis prizes.”
“Oh, someone better be recording this,” I say.
“ Hannah ? Is that Hannah?” Daniel drawls.
I take the phone from Millie and wave at him. “Hi, Baby Hall. How you doing?”
“If I tell you it hurts, will you kiss it better?” He puffs his lip out in an exaggerated pout.
Beside me, Millie tries to steal the device out of my hand. “Oh, for the love of god.”
I pull it back before she can get to it. “You couldn’t handle me, Baby Hall.”
“I’m willing to try.” He scrunches up one side of his face in what I think is supposed to be a wink.
His image shakes, and War says, “Your dick is officially off the market. Talk to Hannah in two months.” Then the Bolts’ instigator appears on the screen. “Sorry, girls. I gotta put this one to bed.”
“ Hannah! ” Daniel screams from off screen. “Please, I got the pleasure one!”
I laugh as I shake my head. “I’m leaving for spring training anyway, Baby Hall. Now be a good boy and listen to Daddy War.”
When War rolls his eyes, I just blow him a kiss and wink.
“I’ll miss you, dream girl,” Hall yells in the background.
“Sorry,” War says, walking out of the room. “He had a few shots to numb the pain. Can you put my wife on? I think I’m going to be late getting home.”
I hand the phone over to my bestie, a big smile on my face. God, I love these people.