“Sometimes standing is fun. But”—she sighs—“I prefer a good ol’ slam.” She winks, and I can’t help but laugh. “Totally appropriate conversations happening in here among the girls,” Ace says as he pulls down rocks glasses from one of the cabinets. Hadley doesn’t miss a beat. “You’re going to have to do a little more than roll your eyes and grind those teeth, if you want to call me your girl, Daddy.”
