His Off Limits Best Friend - Vivian Wood Page 0,59

group of five guys around thirty years old were tipsy while they made full use of the water guns.

“They never grow up,” Sam said with a laugh. But she had to admit they were cute. It was in a private area, far from the festival grounds. One of the guys had already stripped his plaid button-up off and had it draped over the stable fencing.

“Looks like we have a crowd,” the blond guy said as he caught sight of them. “Sorry, ladies, no voyeurs allowed. You either join in, or you mosey along.”

“Mosey?” Sam asked. “Sounds like you’ve been on this farm too long.”

She saw two of the guys nudge each other in back as they sized her and Ellie up. They wore wide grins that matched. “Those are the rules,” the blond said as he approached them.

Ellie giggled and deferred to Sam. It had been a long time since Ellie was single, but Sam had this. She looked at his chest, which was either bare or clean-shaven. He wasn’t nearly as bulked up as Connor, but he wasn’t slight like the models either. It was an all-American type of build, and in its foreignness to her it was attractive.

Sam looked him in the eye, raised her gun and sprayed him lightly. “Who’s the voyeur now?” she asked.

He laughed and backed away. “Holy shit, that’s not water.”

“Moonshine,” she said with a smile.

He raised his own gun and sprayed her white shirt. She crossed her arms over her chest in protest. “Hey! Not fair, you didn’t have a shirt on.”

“Nobody’s making you keep yours on,” he teased her. The boys descended on them and aimed for their chest. Both her and Ellie’s tight white tank tops were instantly soaked through. Here’s to wearing cute, bright lace bras under Hanes tank tops, she thought to herself.

“Give me some of that,” a boy with long black hair said to Ellie, and forced her to squeeze some of the moonshine into his mouth.

“Totally not fair,” Ellie said. “You’re lucky we were nice and didn’t drown you in cheap liquor.”

“What can we say? We have a thing for nice girls,” one of the guys said.

“So, what are you two up to now?” the blond asked. “This will be shutting down soon. I mean, unless you’re staying for the campfire events and stuff.”

“Nah, I think we’ve had enough,” Sam said.

“Cool. So, you want to hang out? Or…”

Ellie looked at her. It was all up to Sam. “Sure!” she said.

“Great, any ideas? We’re not from around here, so we’re kind of playing it by ear.”

“How about Kabin?” Sam asked. She couldn’t stop the words from coming out. It had to be the whiskey, that was it. But she felt emboldened and strong. Who gives a fuck?

Ellie shot her a look.

“Uh, sure,” the guy said. “Never heard of it. Here, let me put my number in your phone and you can text me the address.”

Even as she typed in the address to the club, she started to have doubts. Sam brushed them aside and took another swallow from the whiskey.

“Looks fancy,” the guy said as he looked up the place.

“You’ll be fine as long as you have a button-up,” she said. “How about we meet there at ten? We need to go home and change. You know, change out of our wet t-shirt outfits and all,” she said with a wink.

He smiled at her, and she recognized the look. He thought he’d score tonight. Maybe he will, Sam thought.

“Sam,” Ellie hissed as they headed for their Uber. “That’s where you ran into Connor last time! Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Sam knew Connor would probably be there, but she didn’t care. That was the point, she realized. “It’s fine!” she reassured Ellie. “It’ll be fun. Besides, what are the odds of him being there tonight anyway?”

“I don’t know,” Ellie said pointedly. “Do you?”

Sam sighed. What was the big deal if she wanted to make Connor jealous? It’s not like he owned the freaking club. She could go where she wanted, with who she wanted.

“Just be careful,” Ellie said. “This was supposed to be a fun night out. Remember? I said I’d be your wingman, but I don’t know what I’m getting myself into with—”

“Relax,” Sam said as she wove her arm through Ellie’s. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

26

Connor

He stepped out of the shower, grateful to wash the workout sweat from his body. Ever since he’d left Sam on that plane, he’d doubled down at the