Teresa laughed as she swiveled around on the bar stool. “I found these boxing gloves of Jase’s and we had a match. I was going easy on her, though, only popping her in the arm.”

“Whatever.” Avery glanced over to where Cam stood with Jase and Jax. They were fanboying over Brock. “I thought Cam was going to have a heart attack when we started.”

“Yeah, I thought we were going to have to call nine-­one-­one.” Teresa snorted. “It was funny, because I’m pretty sure Jase thought it was like watching some kind of pervy fantasy come true. Two girls with boxing gloves.”

Calla laughed as she poured a shot. “Poor Cam. Gotta suck when one of those girls is your sister.”

“You know, I think that would be a great show to do at the club. The girls could be in bikinis. Or topless.” Katie took the shot and downed it in an impressive swallow. Smacking her lips and sighing happily, she placed the glass back on the bar. “I’m totally going to pitch that to Larry. He liiiiikes my ideas.” Katie shimmied her hips.

I arched my brow as I looked at the two girls. “What have you guys done?”

Avery giggled.

“Anyway guys, I’ve got to get back and make some mon-­nay! Peace out—­oh wait!” She spun to where Nick appeared behind the bar. A bushel of fresh limes was in his hands and his dark brows rose as he met Katie’s wide stare. “You!” she shouted, hopping forward, her breasts defying gravity and the halter top.

He set the limes on the bar. “Me?”

I grinned as Calla pushed back, curiosity settling into her features.

“Yes. You!” She pointed at him with blue nail polish that matched her top. “I have something to tell you.”

“Oh no,” murmured Calla while I barely refrained from hopping with excitement.

Katie wiggled her fingers like she was about to break into a jazz hand routine. “She’s coming tonight.”

Nick arched a brow. “I don’t know who the lucky lady is, but I sure hope so.”

I snorted.

Undeterred, Katie waved her hand. “It’s her. The one you’re going to fall for and fall hard. Oh, boy, you have so met your match. Totally.” Beaming at a now silent Nick, she spun toward us and laughed. “Toodles, my bitches.”

We watched Katie strut her way out of the bar in five-­inch platform heels, then I turned to Nick, tapping him on his arm. “Oh, snap. She’s totally right about these things.”

Nick paled. “Shut up.”

“No. She was right when it came to Jax and me,” Calla confirmed. “She’s like the stripper love psychic or something.”

He looked horrified. “Both of you shut up.”

I giggled gleefully. “I cannot wait for this.”

Nick scowled.