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I laugh, a blush rising up my cheeks. “Whatever he’s told you are lies.”
Cohen motions toward me and looks at the guys. “Do you remember the youngster who kept sneaking into Maliki’s bar?”
“Yes,” one brown-haired man draws out, a lollipop in his mouth.
Another guy’s mouth drops open. “Holy hell! This is her?” He shakes his head with wide eyes. “I fucking love this shit.”
“Sure is,” Cohen replies. “This is Sierra.”
He introduces the guys.
Lollipop guy is Silas.
Theholy shitone is Finn.
The only one not sporting a smile is Archer.
I give them a wave. “Hey.”
Cohen wraps his hands around his mouth and yells to the girls, “Georgia! Come here!”
A short blonde rises from her seat and narrows her eyes in our direction. “This’d better be good. We were having a deep discussion aboutThe Bachelor.”
“Trust me, it’s so much better than that stupid-ass show!” Finn calls out.
“No, it’s not,” Maliki shouts. “Stay your ass over there!”
Georgia, I’m assuming, proceeds our way, and Cohen signals to me as soon as she joins us. “This is Sierra, aka the underage girl who kept sneaking into Ki’s bar.”
I hold my hand up to correct him. “Hey now, I was never underage. I was eighteen.”
“Eighteen is underage to drink, babe,” Maliki says with a hint of a smirk.
“She means not underage to screw,” Georgia says, rolling her eyes and grinning at Maliki. “I so called you and her having a thing.” Her attention drifts to me, her smile still intact. “I don’t know you, but I already like you for the hell you put him through.”
Maliki’s arm drops from my shoulders. “First off, I never talked about her to you. Your nosy ass eavesdropped on me talking about it with Cohen. I needed advice on what to do other than call the cops on her.”
Georgia dismissively waves her hand in his direction. “Shut up. You would’ve never called the cops on her.”
“Eh, he threatened to plenty of times,” I inform them, replaying all the times he said that in my mind. “Even threatened to call my parents.”
“Shit, dude, not the parent threat,” Finn cuts in. “I thought you were cooler than that.”
Maliki flips him off.
I shake Georgia’s hand when she introduces herself. She’s gorgeous, and her look is total nineties. Pink glitter is on her eyelids, and her blonde hair is pulled into two buns at the top of her head. From the smile on her face and the friendliness in her voice, I already like her.
“I hope you brought an appetite,” she says. “We have plenty of food.”
I eye the food on the picnic tables.
Shoot.It looks like a pitch-in.
“I’m sorry,” I rush out. “Maliki sprang this on me at the last minute, or I would’ve brought something.”Great.Already making a bad impression.
“Don’t worry,” Silas says. “We have plenty.”
“Maliki already paid me for you two,” Georgia says. “They pay, and I normally make—with the exception of the grill stuff.”
