Thrill Seeker (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 5) - Winter Travers Page 0,28

eyes. “Don’t worry about Daddy calling you cranky,” she cooed. “He would be cranky too if he had six teeth coming in at one time.”

Kimber jumped up from the floor and grabbed the two bottles from me. “Are you here to hang out with us or Point?”

“Uh, I think both?” Point had said he was busy and the girls would entertain me. I did bring the wine and snacks for them, not Point. “You guys now and then Point when he’s done doing… something.”

“Good answer,” Fancy laughed. “We need our men, but we also need girl time.”

“Oh!’ Petra shouted. “We could have an impromptu Book Club. I just finished a really good book the other day.”

Kimber shook her head and leaned toward me. “Petra thinks it’s an actual Book Club and not just a reason to get drunk.”

I couldn’t remember the last time I had sat down and read an actual book. Every now and then, I tried to listen to them, but I normally made it thirty minutes in and got distracted. “Uh, I’ve read Harry Potter.”

That was how long it had been since I read a book. And I honestly sort of skimmed over the last one because I had been in the middle of a public custody case and couldn’t give the book my full attention. The movie had filled in the blanks for me.

“Yes!” Petra called. “Someone who has actually read a book.”

“Should I break it to her that was years ago?” I whispered to Kimber.

Kimber shook her head. “You’ll break her heart.” She eyed me closely. “Did you actually read Harry Potter, or are you just trying to be nice?”

I laughed. “I read them all.”

Kimber nodded and stepped back. “Let’s get drunk and pretend we’re wizards like Harry Potter!”

“What?” Sledge called. “How the hell do you connect Harry Potter to getting drunk.”

“Butterbeer,” I quipped. “They drink it all the time, and well, I always thought if they added a splash of rum to it, they would have handled those dementors better.”

Petra let off a peel of laughter. “I don’t know if that would have worked, but it would have made things more interesting. Hermione needed a drink more than anyone.”

I followed Kimber into the kitchen and helped open the wine. She dumped the pretzels, chips, and salsa into bowls and set everything on a table by the kitchen. “Did you buy ice cream?” she asked Sledge.

He glared at her. “We did, but it’s not for you guys to eat in one sitting.”

“Are you the grocery gatekeeper?” she laughed. “Last I heard, if it was in the kitchen, then it was fair game.”

“Rocky road and peanut butter swirl are in the freezer in the laundry room,” Queenie called. “I’m going to change Gunner and then pass him off to Sledge so we can commence being witches.”

“Boys are wizards, girls are witches.” Petra corrected her. “So, we’ll get drunk like witches.”

Fancy drawled. “I mean, they’re both magical.”

I grabbed the bottles of wine and set them on the table with the snacks. “Where are glasses?” We needed to get the wine flowing.

If it were just me, I would have just drank from the bottle, but I didn’t think that would work when there was five of us and only three bottles.

“Cabinet next to the fridge,” Queenie called as she walked down the hallway.

I open the cabinet and saw no wine glasses. “Uh, which glasses should I use?” There were tons of plastic cups and a handful of glasses.

“Whatever you want, girl. We ain’t fancy,” Fancy cackled. “It just happens to be my name.” She lifted her foot into the air. “Hell, I don’t even wear my fancy heels much anymore.”

“I saw you the other night in the hallway with your heels on,” Petra pointed out.

I grabbed five mismatched glasses and set them on the table. They were better than nothing.

Fancy popped up off the floor and straightened her shirt. “And I didn’t have much else on, did I?”

“Ohh,” Petra gasped.

Fancy walked over to the table and grabbed one of the bottles. “I should probably say I don’t wear my heels much out in public anymore.” She threw a wink at Petra and worked on getting the cork out of the bottles.

She filled each glass and plopped down in one of the chairs.

“Grab some spoons, and let’s dig in.” Kimber set the ice cream on the counter and pried off the lids.

Petra beelined to the kitchen and grabbed five spoons. “Do we need bowls?” she called.

Fancy shrugged. “Do you