“It doesn’t matter,” Sarah said, her smirk refusing to budge, lips glossy under the violet club lights. “I won’t believe you.”
“What do I have to do to make you believe me?” I asked, half exasperated, half amused.
“Send me Lucien’s roped handle.”
I barked out a laugh before I could stop myself, the sound swallowed by bass vibrating through the floor. “I thought you hated the idea of a dating app.”
She leaned back, curls bouncing as she tossed me a look dripping with mischief. “He might change my mind. I loveee mystery…”
“Oh yeah, like I’m ever going to do that.” I rolled my eyes, shaking my head, but I couldn’t fight the smile tugging at my mouth. “You’re impossible. How did I even end up with you as a friend?”
“Because you love me, bitch.”
“I hate you.”
We cracked up, laughter sp
