Page 133 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
“I’m still never getting over you swearing,” Stella says. “It’s like a whole new Ainsley!”
I shrug. “I pick and choose when I do.”
I don’t tell them that mostly they come into the bedroom. Because now that I know I can yell “Holy shit!” when Linc eats me out? It’s a much better experience.
“Quinn’s right,” Maeve continues. “We’re all happy. In solid relationships. Have men who love us and who get along with each other. I mean, look at them.”
If you didn’t know that these men were all randomly grouped together, you’d never know it. You have Linc and Porter talking about something that’s making them both use a lot of hand gestures. If I had to guess, it’s something college football related. And I’m going to stay with that guess, because I see Emmett inserting himself into the conversation. Then you have Logan and Simon, who are in the middle of something before Charliesummons Simon away. We watch as she whispers into his ear before he’s throwing down the pool cue and quickly telling everyone goodbye.
Good for them.
“Did we really just get lucky?” Stella asks. “I hate to think all of our lives were based on luck.”
“Maybe not luck, but they were based in moments,” Maeve adds. “Heartbreak. Missed flights. Crazy people trying to fuck with us.”
“So many crazies,” I joke.
“But we’re here,” Maeve says, holding up her mostly empty glass, and we all follow. “To the Banks sisters, and to the men we love.”
“God help them,” Quinn adds.
We chuckle and take sips of our drinks just when the guys come back to the table. Except instead of chatting, or talking like they were when they left, they all have odd looks on their faces.
“What did you guys do?”
Maeve’s question is valid as Logan answers. “What makes you think we did anything, love?”
“Because I have a child, so I know a guilty look. And all of you look like you just spilled Kool-Aid on a white carpet.”
“Not necessarily,” Emmett says. “But we do have a question for you four.”
We share the same confused look before Stella speaks up. “And what’s that?”
They look to Emmett, giving him an encouraging nod. “I know this was supposed to be a night out here, but we were wondering if we could all go to Logan and Maeve’s house to play video games?”
I swallow my chuckle as all four of these men look at their corresponding sister with pleading in their eyes.
“I’ve never seen his setup before,” Linc continues. “And the clout I’d get with the team? Endless.”
“And! He has a new prototype,” Porter says. “Also, how many nights do we have not only a baby sitter, but also a fill-in bartender? Not many.”
“Obviously you ladies can come too,” Logan adds. “Name the snacks and wine you want. I’ll have it delivered to the house and it’ll be there by the time we arrive.”
The four of us look at each other, all doing our best to keep in the laughter we want to let out. And how can we say no? I know I can’t. Not when Linc is giving me puppy dog eyes and I’m promised a night with my favorite people in the world.
“Ice cream,” Maeve says, and we all nod in agreement. “Lots of ice cream.”
“Done and done,” Logan says. “You’re the best.”
The four of them start celebrating—actually high-fiving like they just pulled off the con of the century.
“They’re ours, huh?” Quinn asks.
“They are,” I say. “And we wouldn’t have it any other way.”
epilogue
Linc
