Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
We all laugh, though I personally have no idea what the hell that means.
Henn looks at all of us with puppy-dog eyes. “And you should see how well she draws anime, too. And she makes the best chocolate chip cookies you’ve ever had. They melt in your mouth.”
Oh my God. It’s all I can do not to leap across the table, grab Henn’s lapels and shake him like you’re not supposed to shake a baby. The boy’s in love! It makes me feel as gooey as a fresh-baked chocolate chip cookie.
“Chocolate chip cookies, computer coding. Same-same,” Hannah says. “Both take equal amounts of genius.”
“You can’t eat code, baby. I’ll take the cookies. Hey. There’s a hacker-pun in there somewhere, I’m sure of it.” He snickers. “So, anyhoo, we’ve already seen Josh and Kat’s spectacular rendition of ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart,’ which was legendary, by the way, guys, and now Banana and I have stopped the earth rotating on its axis for approximately four and a half minutes with what can only be described as sob-inducing spectacularity—so what are you two planning for our delight and entertainment?” Henn says, looking at Jonas and Sarah. “I’ll die a happy man if I get to witness you sing karaoke, big guy.”
“I don’t do karaoke, like I said,” Jonas says evenly, swigging his Scotch. “I can’t sing for shit. I’m not in the business of embarrassing myself—at least not on purpose.”
“Oh, baby,” Sarah purrs, stroking his forearm. “You have a beautiful voice.” She leans in and whispers something to Jonas and he grins broadly. He looks up and quickly catches the attention of the waitress across the room.
I lean into Josh. “The countdown clock just started on Jonas singing tonight.”
Josh leans his lips right into my ear. “What’s the over-under on how long it takes Sarah to get him up there?”
Josh’s hand is on my bare thigh, making my skin buzz with every touch of his fingertips. His cologne smells divine. His eyes are a scorching blue. I feel intoxicated, though I’ve barely had a sip of alcohol. I feel drunk on Josh.
“Come on, PG. Give me your prediction.”
“I’m not gonna say an amount of time,” I say. “I’m gonna go with the number of Scotches, instead.”
“Ooh, good call. How many?”
“Two more tops, and then he’s gonna be singing like a tone-deaf canary.”
“Two on the outside, huh? That’s pretty ambitious.”
I shrug. “That’s the over-under. So you’re betting over, then?”
Josh grins broadly and runs his hand up my thigh, right up to the hem of my mini-dress, making my skin erupt in goose bumps. “I’ve learned my lesson, babe. I’ll never bet against you as long as I live. If you say two Scotches is all it’s gonna take to get my brother up there, then that’s what it’ll take.”
The “Living on a Prayer” guy leaves the stage and we’re treated to three adorably silly women launching into a heartfelt rendition of Wilson Phillips’ “Hold On.”
The waitress approaches our table. “Hey, folks,” she says. “Another round?”
Josh looks pointedly at everyone, gathering drink orders, and I shake my head, signaling I’m good. For some strange reason, alcohol just isn’t hitting the spot tonight.
But Josh doesn’t seem to understand my headshake. “Yeah, sure,” Josh says absently to the waitress. “Another round. Plus Patron shots for everyone, too, please. With limes.”
“And a club soda,” I add. “Please.”
“And a couple bottles of champagne, too,” Jonas adds. “We’re celebrating tonight.”
“Oh yeah?” the waitress asks. “What are we celebrating?”
“Oh, just, you know,” Jonas says, pulling Sarah into him, his face bursting with pure happiness. “Life.”
Oh, jeez, those two. I’ve never seen two people more madly in love. I wish so badly I could watch Jonas pop the question to Sarah next week in Greece. I’d bet dollars to doughnuts she’s gonna lose functionality in all four limbs and flop on the ground like a freshly caught trout.
The waitress leaves and Josh leans back in his chair, adjusting his dick in his pants. God, he’s a sexy dude. Gotta love a man in a designer suit whose dick is so big, it won’t fit comfortably inside his pants.
“Well, Jonas might be celebrating life,” Josh says, “but I’ve actually got a few specific things I’d like to celebrate tonight.” He raises his old-fashioned and the rest of us follow suit, holding up our various drinks. “First,” Josh begins, “I wanna celebrate Hannah officially joining our Ocean’s Eleven crew. Welcome, Hannah. You fit right in.”
“Thank you,” she says, pushing up her glasses.
“We all have our roles to play, Hannah,” Josh continues. “So now that you’re officially part of the crew, I’d like to christen you our cookie-baking Olivia Newton-John.”
Hannah nods. “Wow. Thank you. I accept my role with humble gratitude. What’s everyone else’s roles?”
“Well, he’s the asshole,” Josh says breezily, motioning to Jonas. “And also the comic relief, though hardly ever intentionally.”