“We should call the boys.” Liv addressed that statement to Julia, but Charlotte was the one whose gut twisted in response.
The boys. Liv knew how Charlotte felt about Sterling Ames. Of course she knows. And of course she wants to call the boys. Hadn’t Charlotte told her that she wanted more? She could taste the words on the tip of her tongue, even as her stomach flip-flopped at the thought of Julia’s twin brother. The golden boy of their senior class. Just this once, I want to break all the rules.
“And what are we going to tell the boys?” Julia asked dryly. “That we’re going on a drunken adventure?”
“I’m drunk,” Liv corrected. “You’re not, because you’re driving. And Charlotte’s not—yet—because I want her sober when she calls the boys.”
Boys, plural. Charlotte could manage a call to J.D. He and Liv had been together since the beginning of the summer. Sterling Ames, however, was another story.
“I’ll call my brother,” Julia volunteered suddenly. “He has a new friend. Thomas. He worked for Daddy this summer. He’s a little rough around the edges.”
Liv cackled. “Just the way you like them, Jules.”