The bar pulsed with low, sultry music and the warm buzz of conversation. Evelyn stretched lazily in her seat, the earlier beach glow still lingering on her skin. “

“Alright, you dragged Mia and me out here,” Evelyn declared with a grin, “so you’re buying the first round.”

Sophia raised her hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. God, I’ll get you something strong enough to quench that endless thirst of yours…”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Mia said, reaching out to give Sophia a firm, playful swat on the behind as she walked past. Sophia yelped in surprise.

“I haven’t even had a sip yet! At least let me get...