Page 56 of Dare (Fighting Fate)

I mock glared at her. “You shut up too.”

“Don’t worry, chicky,” Amber said, squeezing me to her side. “Our day will come. Our guys are probably drunk and lost right now. They’ll be here when they’re bald and overweight.”

I groaned. “I hate you all.”

As Emmy came around the corner and pressed my glass into my hand, she grinned. “What was the toast again?”

Giving her a bland look, I quirked an eyebrow. “To any guy who says I deserve the world, then has the balls to give it to me—or at least try. That’s the damned toast, Emmy.”

“Hear, hear,” Amber said, clanking her bottle against my glass.

Amy held her bottle in the air. “I’ll drink to that. We all deserve the world.”

“And a bathroom,” Amber said, tossing her drink back. “I need to pee.”

Watching her dash through the living room, I shook my head. This was exactly what I needed. I didn’t need to sulk or rage or punch holes in walls. I just needed my bitches. Knowing they understood and were there for me when I needed them, was all it took. Well, that and some serious flirting, because that was a no-brainer where we were heading. I hoped the guys who belonged to my posse of bitches got that, because if they didn’t, shit was about to go down.

“Daniel’s back,” Amy said, tucking her cell back into her bag. At my confused frown, she smirked. “He’s our chauffeur tonight. And my baby daddy. He’s got the baby seat strapped into the Escalade.” She giggled.

“The Escalade?” I said, tilting my head to the side incredulously. “As in, Josh’s Escalade?”

“Uh-huh,” she said, a broad grin spreading over her lips.

“Oh my God.” Seriously, the Escalade was a beast. It was freaking bullet proof, heat proof, paparazzi proof, and fan proof. It was damn amazing. “I love that thing.”

“What are you confessing your love for now?” Amber asked, straightening her pencil skirt as she shuffled back into the room.

“The Escalade.”

Tossing her bottle in the trash, she nodded eagerly. “Oh, yeah. I legitimately hate car sex, but I’d so do someone in that thing.”

Amy rolled her eyes. “I’d laugh if I thought you were joking.”

Amber shrugged. “Don’t worry. You know the chances of that happening are slim to none tonight. I never get lucky when the bodyguards are around.”

By bodyguards, she meant the band. They were incredibly protective of us girls, and had been since junior high. It was mostly nice, but it could also be a pain in the ass.

Tipping my drink back, I deposited the empty glass onto the table and rubbed my lips together. “Let’s go do it, then.”

Sliding the strap of my purse over my head, I positioned it diagonally across my chest and led the way out the door. As much as this night had kind of been about distracting myself from idiotic men, I really was looking forward to letting my hair down and having some fun with the girls. Like Amy said, it was long overdue.

As Emmy fell into step beside me, and we started moving down the path toward where Daniel was waiting in the Escalade, we linked arms and grinned. “Is Aiden worried?”

Emmy’s soft chuckle told me all I needed to know, but she nodded anyway. “I think he’s still trying to get over our antics at Josh’s party.”

I pressed my lips together, trying to repress my smile. Josh’s party had been over two months ago now, but I was sure Emmy still had alcohol in her blood from the large amount of champagne she drank that night. Shit, we all probably did. It had been a seriously crazy night.

Stepping around a potted plant, I glanced farther up the path, feeling my smile slowly fall as my gaze settled in on the figure ahead. “Crap,” I muttered.

Emmy mumbled something similar, but she kept us moving forward just the same.

Noah exhaled heavily as we approached, his arms crossing over his chest as he slowly shook his head. “You have no sense of self-preservation, do you?” he said dryly.

Stopping a few feet away from him, I gave him an insolent shrug, but Amber stepped beside me and slung an arm over my shoulder. “Don’t worry, hot cop. We’ve got her back. Besides,” she said, pointing behind him, “we’ve got special ops baby daddy right there and bodyguards at the other end.”

Noah glanced over his shoulder at the Escalade pulling up to the curb before his eyes narrowed back on me. “Please tell me you’re not going to The Underground.”

“You bet your ass we are,” Amber said, placing a hand on her jutted hip.

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