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“Hugh said no to a house party inPinedale. The man is a stick in the mud. I can wiggle my tits at whoever I want.”
“Wow, a match made in heaven,” I drawl sarcastically. Sophie wrinkles her nose, shoving at my shoulder.
“Look at my future, babe.”
She gestures, arms wide, at the house around us. Obligingly, I look around. We’re partying at the Arthur residence tonight. Will Arthur’s parents are in Cabo or somewhere. They flee the desert summers here in Pinedale for somewhere else sunny and hot every single year.
I have no idea why. I love the desert summers. Sometimes, I take my fancy BMW out into the Mojave Desert and lie on the reddish sand, staring at the never-ending sky. It makes me feel…unimportant. I love it.
This house is like every other one we party in unless we’re slumming it – which is fun too. High ceilings, chandelier-style light fixtures, pale walls, expensive furniture, and highly polished hardwood floors. It looks like Sophie’s house. It looks like my house.
The artwork on the walls is worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, and it’s fucking shit. It looks like a two-year-old threw a tantrum and some paint. Money laundering, that’s all that shit is.
“It’s a gilded cage,” I note.
Sophie rolls her eyes at me. “It’s comfortable. It’s nice.”
“It’sboring,” I cut her off.
Sophie grins. “It’s boring. But it’s coming. Soon. Hugh definitely got the job in LA. I’ll be engaged by the spring. I’ll be married and living in LA by next winter. In a house just like this.”
“Maybe you’ll get a condo in Malibu.”
“Maybe pigs will fly.”
Yeah, okay. The odds of Hugh Sharpley buying a condo in Malibu are pretty low.
“If I want to wiggle my tits at a stranger, I’m going to wiggle my tits at a stranger. Because this time next year, I won’t even own a dress that will let my tits wiggle. They’ll probably all have built-in bras.”
I wrinkle my nose at the thought. Sophie might talk a big game about walking into a boring future, but she wants itso badly. It’s all she’s ever wanted. I know she secretly sighs over Lauren James catalogs.
My phone buzzes, and I dig it out of my pocket. Lana. She’s recently hooked us up with a few cool parties, so I swipe to answer.
“Hey, babe. What’s up?”
“Party of your fucking life. That’s what’s up.”
“What does Lana say?” Sophie shoves at my shoulder. I shout over the music.
“An invite to the party of our fucking lives.”
“Get an address. We are so there!”
Rolling my eyes at Sophie’s eagerness, I grin into the phone. “We’re in. What’s the address?”
“Wild Hawks Clubhouse. The taxi driver should know where it is.”
Hanging up, I shove my phone back into my cross-body bag and grin at Sophie.
“Want to party at a biker bar?” I waggle my eyebrows. Her face lights up, and she jumps up and down, clapping her hands in excitement.
“Um. Yes! Let’s go!”
Laughing, I link arms with her, downing our drinks and ordering a rideshare. I forgot to turn off my “Premium” feature, so a BMW SUV shows up. Oops.
“Wild Hawks Clubhouse?” the well-dressed middle-aged man looks skeptical. “You girls sure?”
“Do we look unsure?” Sophie demands, glaring at him. Damn, the girl can turn into her future mother-in-law at the drop of a hat. Kudos.
