Hooked: The Complete Sloane Spadowski Series (The Sloane Spadowski Series) by Emigh Cannaday

Author:Emigh Cannaday [Cannaday, Emigh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Black Feather Publishing
Published: 2022-12-09T00:00:00+00:00

FIFTEEN

St Patrick’s Day, Part 2

An hour later, we were all getting loud and rowdy on Irish Car Bombs, Jameson, green beer and lime-flavored Jello shots. Well, the guys were…especially Andy. He was letting loose after a particularly stressful week at work, and I’d never seen him so drunk. While I liked seeing him smiling and giggling like a freshman rushing a fraternity, it made me realize that he was no longer the default responsible adult in our group. I decided to step up to the plate, so I stopped drinking the whiskey and I avoided the shots, making do with the cheap green beer.

At some point after lunch, Jack finally pointed out that Barbie was the only one of us that hadn’t worn anything green. He didn’t have so much as a ‘Kiss me, I’m Irish” sticker on his blue hooded jacket, or a string of green shamrock beads wound around the brim of his Stetson. It was like he’d done it intentionally.

“You know what happens if you don’t wear green on St. Patrick’s Day, don’t you?” Jack asked him, as if he was an idiot for not wearing anything of that color on such a vital day.

“Of course I know what happens!” Barbie boasted. “I keep waitin’ for some sexy redhead to pinch my ass, and not a single one has today! I’m startin’ to get broken feelin’s over it!” Then he pouted his lips and shook his head hopelessly. “Maybe I’m all dried up with the ladies. Maybe I got no game left.” Jack and Jolly were on him in an instant, pinching the entire right side of his body, including his ass.

“Stop it! You guys…stop it!” he exclaimed with a deliberate lisp as he backed into me and almost knocked over my cheap green beer while fighting them off. He howled in laughter at their grabby hands while I moved my beer and pinched his left leg under the table. He didn’t seem to notice me as he pinched Jack and Jolly in retaliation until they left him alone. So I pinched Barbie again, this time closer to his ass. He still ignored it, which only served to awaken the part of my brain that always has something to prove. This alpha female version of me decided that she didn’t much care for being ignored by anyone, especially Barbie, so I squeezed above his knee, trying to tickle him and get a reaction. I got nothing, except more determined.

The bar was such a noisy shit-show that we all had to lean forward against the table and practically shout across it to be heard. While Andy attempted to explain the origin of the pinching tradition, I covertly ran my hand up and down Barbie’s leg underneath the table. He still ignored me. Instead, he asked us all what our favorite part of the parade was.

“The shamrock bull!” Andy announced.

“The dancers!” I declared.

“The firemen!” said Jack.

“The hot drummer in the marching band!” Jolly howled.

“Which one?” Jack cried.

While the debate

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