“Thanks, Korbin, Mimosas to start us off?” She smiles.

“Already on the way, Miss.”

She blows him a kiss and we head out to the best seat in the house, right against the glass, overlooking the highest peak of the cliff.

Jules and Cali pull out their phones, snapping quick selfies for social media and tapping away while I watch the waves as they curl over the rocks below.

Farther out, I spot several surfers making their way in with the tide. They’ve likely been out there grinding since four this morning, and here we are, barely alive at a quarter to ten like a bunch of brats.

Or teenage girls, I guess.

Speaking of barely alive...

The waiter arrives with a large glass pitcher that no doubt holds their best-stocked champagne and freshly squeezed orange juice.

As he sets three glasses down and prepares to fill them, I decline mine.

“Miss?” He frowns from me to Jules, assuming he did something wrong.

“Sorry, but can I have a hot latte instead?”

“Of course, Miss. What flavor would you like?”

Pushing back in my seat, I shrug. “Surprise me.”

He hesitates a moment, as if he heard me wrong, but when I nod, he bows, quickly disappearing inside the restaurant.

Once we order, it’s no more than fifteen minutes and our food is brought out.

“So, should we park at the south end of the plaza, make our way down to the other end, and have valet cart us back to the car with our bags?” Cali pushes the last bit of egg whites around her plate with a fork.

“Makes sense to me, we’re going for clothes, not jewelry and handbags.”

“Speak for yourself.” Jules grins. “I could use a new pair of earrings.”

Cali smiles, but shakes her head. “Jameson is right, besides, if you wanted to look at jewelry, you should have invited Dax to come with.”

“So true.” Jules tops off her glass with a giggle.

I can tell by the end of breakfast, today is going to be a freaking marathon. These girls are tipsy and ready to max out their cards, with today’s limit anyway. If I would have joined them, they would have gone for refill after refill, and we’d be ditching my car here, waiting for Cali’s car service to arrive and head back to one of our houses, our shopping trip forgotten in favor of flirty ‘fun.’

Once we’ve paid and are leaving the table, the waiter brings me a second latte to go and we’re off to do some damage at the South Coast Plaza.

It takes less than fifteen minutes to arrive, and we’re walking into the center within twenty.

“Oh, I was going to ask about the party Wednesday.” Jules pulls her phone out, checking her lipstick in the camera. “Was anything missing after the power went out?”