“One actress and one model,” I say. But it wouldn’t matter if there were a hundred of each. I’m pretty sure this thing I feel for Shay is incurable. “Did Carter tell you or Shay?”

“Carter told me that you— Wait. Shay knows?”

“Shay knows what?”

Speak of the devil. My skin tingles at the sound of that voice, and I slowly turn to see Shay striding toward the bar. The sight of her steals the breath from my lungs. She looked beautiful this morning in a T-shirt and jeans, but tonight, her legs are on display. Her little black dress clings to the luscious curves of her ass, and her pink sweater brings out the color in her cheeks. She’s fucking irresistible—even when her eyes flash with annoyance at the sight of me and she braces her hands on her hips like she’s preparing for battle.

Jake looks between me and his sister, then shakes his head. “Nah, I’m not touching this.”

She arches a brow. “Shay knows what?”

“You know that I think you’re beautiful,” I say, leaning back in my chair. “At least, I think you know.”

Something like hurt flashes across her face, but she shakes it away and turns to her brother. “I need the biggest fucking martini you’ve ever served, and I need it now.”

“Okay then,” Jake says.

“Bad day?” I can’t help smiling, because she’s here. I can tell the feeling isn’t mutual, but my day just got a hell of a lot better.

“Weird night,” she mutters. Shaking her head, she steps behind the bar. “Never mind, Jake. I think this calls for more than vodka.”

Jake steps back, clearly smart enough to know when Shay’s on a mission and he needs to get out of her way. “Do you want to talk about it or—”

“No.” In a series of jerky motions, she grabs vodka, Baileys, Godiva, and Kahlua from the shelf.

Jake grimaces as she pours shots of each into a martini shaker. “What the hell are you making?”

“A martini.”

“Yeah, I guessed as much,” he mutters. “But what the hell kind of martini is that?”

“It’s called And the Kitchen Sink. Star made them at her annual fundraiser for the women’s shelter. It’s a dessert martini. I only had a sip of Nic’s because I was afraid of the calories, but I’ve decided fuck it.” She ducks down and pulls open the fridge under the bar. “Do we have any heavy cream?”

Jake’s brows have totally disappeared under his messy hair. “Who are you, and what did you do with my calorie-conscious sister?”

Shay sighs dramatically and grabs her martini shaker, disappearing into the kitchen.

We both watch the door, waiting for her to return. When she does, she’s capped off the martini shaker and is shaking it so hard her tits bounce—not that I’m looking.