Page 90 of Whiskey Wednesdays
“Belly, I think hewantsyou to take ‘vantage of him.”
Connor smiled at Elodie in the rearview mirror. “That’s right, Els. I do want her to take ‘vantage of me.”
Watching them grin mischievously at each other, I just shook my head and looked out the window.
We decided to take the team to see the Zoo Lights for our team-building activity the next week. More accurately, Elodie and I wanted to see them, so we dragged Connor and the team along.
Titus and Jackson strong-armed the players into going, and Connor made the club buy tickets for everyone. But I did get the club a group discount.
We met everyone at the front gate, and they moaned and complained like they were there for a colonoscopy.
Mikael took his ticket from me. “This team-building activity would be more appropriate if we were in the kindergarten league,vännen.”
“You’re all whining like little babies, so it does seem appropriate.”
“I want to play Catan again so I can win this time.”
I smiled sweetly at him. “You’ll have to get in line. My dad and brother have been trying to take my title away for years.”
Mikael frowned. “Your lack of modesty and humility makes me want to beat you even more.”
Rudy leaned in and took his ticket. “I haven’t been to the zoo since I was a kid.”
Jackson grinned. “When was that? Last year?”
“No, it was two years ago.”
I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.
Titus walked up. “I got them all here except Wyatt, and no one will miss him. I’m calling in a favor,choux.”
“Why does that make me nervous?”
He shrugged and pulled me aside. “Because you know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Let go of my girlfriend, asshole,” Connor called from the cotton candy booth where he was in line with Elodie.
Ignoring Connor, I studied Titus. “Okay. But if it’s something that could cause me bodily or emotional harm, or get me thrown in jail, I reserve the right to say no.”
“Fair enough. Now let’s go get this Zoo shit out of the way.”
He let go of my arm as Connor strode over with Elodie, who was stuffing blue cotton candy in her mouth.
“Jackass,” Connor muttered as he peeled a piece of cotton candy off Elodie’s stick, then offered me half.
“Prick,” Titus growled back as he pulled a piece off when Elodie held the stick up to him. “Thanks, El.”
Titus looked at Connor’s white button-down shirt with tiny pink flamingos on it. His head cocked to the side. “Where’d you get that shirt? I kind of like it.”
I smiled wide. “Thank you.”
“I like it too,” Elodie said. “It has ‘mingos on it.”
“You’re close. Flamingos,” I told her.
“Bella got it for me at the thrift shop in La Quinta,” Connor told Titus. “I thought this’d be the perfect place to wear it.”
Titus stared at Connor. “You went into a thrift shop?”
