Page 35 of Hot Hearts

"It takes ten minutes to navigate city traffic at this time of day," Frankie answers.

"Unless you're on foot and married to a quarterback who can do the forty-yard dash in under five seconds," Luna adds. I didn't know she even paid attention to football, but I should have known better. Luna is thoughtful, and I'm sure she talked toKaden about it before. I only remember that he's a quarterback and won some Super Bowls.

"4.57 seconds." Frankie corrects.

"My apologies." Luna laughs.

"What do you mean we have to leave?" We all turn at the sound of a man's voice getting loud. All the men from the table behind us are now standing and arguing with a server and, I think, the bar's manager.

"We're sorry, but you need to leave," the manager tells them.

"What the hell did we even do?" The man throws his hands up, his face getting red. The other men at the table start putting their suit coats on, talking about another bar down the street.

"We have the right to refuse service. If you leave now, your bill will be comped. If you don't leave, we'll have to call the police for trespassing."

They are all pissed, but they leave.

"Did they do that?" I ask. Luna's cheeks turn pink. If anyone could get those men out of this building that quickly, it would be her husband. His family does own half the buildings in this city.

"Six minutes!" Nat chirps. "Did they run or just drive fast?" I follow her line of sight to see all of our husbands walking into the bar. They focus their attention on us. They slow their steps when they see we are watching them.

"Ladies," Graham says with a nod as though they didn’t just run a group of men out of here. "Oh, an open table," he says, acting innocent as he pulls out one of the chairs at the table all of the men vacated. "We can push these together."

Brooks bypasses that table, snags a chair, and sets it down right next to me. "Sweetness." He smiles, leaning in to kiss me. I don't scold him for busting into our girls' night. It's adorable and sweet. How can we be upset when our husbands always want to be with us?

"You purposely ignore me, so I'll do this shit." Kaden plucks Frankie right out of her chair and sits down with her in his lap.

"You're so annoying," she huffs but wiggles in his lap to get comfortable.

“I missed you.” Brooks kisses the shell of my ear. I tilt my head so he can give me a few more.

“Did you win?”

“Yes.” He hooks his foot under my chair, pulling me close to him so that I’m between his open thighs.

“How much?”

“How much?” he repeats.

“How much did you win playing cards?”

“We didn’t play,” Dylan says as he slides a pair of mittens on Nat.

“You said you won.”

“I did win; I’m here with you.” I turn my head to stare into Brooks's eyes. He’s dead serious; it’s not him joking or teasing. Yeah, there is so going to be another baby being made tonight. I glance around the table, watching the girls with their husbands. Everyone is laughing and smiling.

The server comes over, placing two dirty martinis down in front of us. We both hate them, but old habits and fate have us drinking them.

Brooks isn’t the sole winner in this. We both hit the jackpot when it comes to love.