Page 10 of Whatever Lola Wants

Anna huffed out an annoyed breath. “You don’t ask someone to be your best man like…like you’d ask if he wants another beer.”

Grant frowned, but Lola could see the impish sparkle in his pale blue eyes. “Why not?”

“I could use another beer, actually,” Simon put in.

Anna scowled at her fiancé. “Because it’s important.” She turned to Lola. “Lola, would you do me the honor of standing up for me when I marry the love of my life?”

Lola eyed Grant, assessing. “You sure he’s the love of your life?”

Anna shot the man in question a dark look. “The last two minutes notwithstanding, yes.”

“Then I’d be thrilled.”

“And that’s how it’s done,” Anna announced.

“I’ll do it my way, you do it yours.” Grant turned to Simon. “So?”

Simon looked thoughtful. “Do I get to plan the bachelor party?”

“Yes.”

“Cool. I’m in.”

“See?” His smirk disappeared with an oof when Anna jabbed an elbow into his ribs, and his eyes darkened. “You’re just asking for a rough night, aren’t you, sugar?”

His fiancé stared him down, her eyes narrowing at the challenge, and Lola snickered. Anna’s reputation as a smart ass masochist—or SAM—was well earned.

“And on that note,” Lola decided, rising to her feet, “I need to get going. I have some work to finish tonight and an early meeting tomorrow.”

Grant lifted Anna off his lap and stood. “You’re not driving, are you?”

She shook her head. “I came from the gym, so I grabbed a ride share.” She pressed a kiss to Anna’s cheek, then turned to hug Grant. “I’ll get another home.”

“I can give you a lift,” Simon said, and she turned to look at him.

“Thanks, but I’m good.”

He shrugged, the glittering gold of his eyes shadowed. “Suit yourself.”

“I’ll walk you out.” Grant laid a hand on Lola’s back, then glanced at Simon. “Another beer?”

“Sure,” Simon said, his shadowed eyes still on Lola.

She sent him a wink. “See you later, Big Dick.”

Grant huffed a laugh as they strode into the house. “Do you call him that just to make him pucker up?”

“Why else?” Lola returned. She shot him a glance. “Does it piss him off or just annoy him?”

Grant shrugged. “Probably depends on the moment. Why? Does it matter?”

It was her turn to shrug. “I don’t mind being annoying, but I draw the line at true hostility. At least in this case.”

They reached the front door, Grant reaching past her to pull it open while she scooped her gym bag from the bench in the entry. As they stepped out onto the stoop, Lola spotted a passing taxi. She brought her fingers to her lips and let out a shrill whistle, and the cab screeched to a stop.

“Nice trick.”

“Thanks.” Lola jogged lightly down the walk, Grant following to open the taxi’s rear door for her.

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