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Maliki’s arm returns to my shoulders as we follow her, but I’m pulled away when Georgia snatches my hand.
“I’ll introduce you to the girls.” Her attention lands on Maliki. “I promise to bring her back.”
I nod when Maliki gives me a questioning look and allow Georgia to lead the way.
“She’d better like me when she comes back, you little shit-talker!” Maliki yells behind us.
“I can’t make any promises!” Georgia laughs.
When we reach the table, two women smile invitingly, and I take the chair next to Georgia.
“I’m Lola.” Lola is a fair-skinned girl with sleek, middle-parted hair.
“And I’m Grace.” Grace’s name matches her perfectly. Her strawberry-blonde hair is braided into a crown around her head, and she’s wearing a loose white dress.
“Sierra.” I smile. “I came with Maliki.”
Their grins widen.
“Oh, we noticed,” Lola comments.
“Do you date Cohen?” I ask Georgia.
“God, no,” she replies, scrunching up her face. “He’s my brother.” She shifts in her seat. “And these are my besties. None of the guys have girlfriends. They’re all too chickenshit to have anyonetying them down.”
Her eyes narrow toward the guys, and I follow her gaze, trying to single out the victim of her glare but can’t.
Hmm. Definitely a story there.
“Guys who work in bars,” Grace says, soft-spoken, and squeezes Georgia’s arm. “It’s what you get with them.”
Lola clears her throat and motions to me.
“Oh shoot,” Grace sputters out. “I didn’t mean it like that.Someof them. Maliki isn’t like that. He doesn’t bring different women with him to every barbeque.”
“Heck, the man hasn’t brought a woman with him, period,” Georgia states matter-of-factly. “Until you.”
“And that’s before we banned them from bringing girls,” Grace chimes in.
“Banned?” My gaze darts to each girl in nervousness. “Was he not supposed to bring me?”I’m so kicking his ass.
Lola shakes her head. “No, you’re totally fine. There was an issue a few years back with one of Finn’s girls. She was friends with Cohen’s baby mama and talking hella shit about him. It didn’t slide well with Georgia, obviously.”
I gape at them. “Wait, Cohen has a kid?”
Grace nods. “Noah.”
I give the yard a once-over, not spotting anyone under the age of twenty in sight. “Is he here?”
“No,” Georgia replies, checking her watch. “His aunt is dropping him off soon.”
My mind is spiraling with so many questions. “What about the mom? Is she here?”
Obviously not, but it’s the best way I thought to bring her up.
Grace grimaces. “Heather sucks.”
I shoot a glance to Georgia. “Why?”
