But then I catch Fox looking so shell-shocked that I have to laugh. “What, can’t count that high?”
“I…” Fox snaps his mouth shut. “Dude?—”
“Yeah,speakingof talking a big game.” Pan points at me with his bottle. “What’syourPB, Tink?”
“Hah.” I exhale hard. “Let me think.”
The most times I’ve ever made a girl come in one night.
Counting myself?
Well, obviously I’m going to count myself. I’m the only girlI’veever gotten off, and I’m pretty damn efficient at it.
So fuck it. Why not brag?
“Seven,” I declare.
And I swear, the Lost Boys’ jaws literally drop.
“Seven?” Fox echoes.
“Seven.” I shrug. “What, like it’s hard?”
I didn’t mean to quote Elle Woods just now, but it’s not like that’s a reference they’d get. Blue just sucks his teeth, says nothing, and I think lifts his glass in a little salute. Pan, meanwhile, spins in his seat and looks me dead in the eye.
“No way,” he says. Shakes a finger two inches from my face. “I don’t believe it.”
I finish the rest of my beer and do a palms-up. “Hand to God.”
“No way,” he says again, but there’s this delight and smile in his voice. “You’relying. You’ve got to be.”
I meet his gaze.
“Would I lie to you?”
I look him in the eye. Hard.
And he looks right back.
My heartbeat picking up and up and up and the club music thumping and I don’t know how many seconds or minutes passing.
“Nah,” he says, at long, long last, and nods. “You’re for real.”
He leaps up, holding out a hand, but just as I go to shake it, he pulls back and ducks to the floor.
“I think you dropped this,” he says, rising and holding out an imaginary crown. “King.”
Now it’s Fox’s turn to groan. Blue is tuned out, all but eye-fucking Sapphire from across the room. I give Pan a shove.
“Fuck you.”
“Thanks, but no thanks. C’mon.” He nods at my empty and jerks his head at the bar. “Just for that, your drinks are on me.”
They’re always on you, I want to say. But I just follow him. Like I always do.
Treasure’s at the bar when we approach, writing something in a notebook under a rack of upside-down martini glasses like a chandelier.
She barely looks up. “Someone’s in a good mood.”
