“If you’re not doing anything tonight, Liv is going to Kali’s. I’ll probably be asleep by ten, but if you want to come by and enjoy some early festivities before the ball drops, my door is open.” “Yeah?” She steps closer. “What kind of festivities?” “Pineapple pizza. Whiskey. Three fingers,” I murmur, and her cheeks turn bright red. “Maybe four.” “Can’t think of a better way to ring in the new year than with good dick and good food.” Hannah opens the back door, dropping into the leather seat. “Count me in, Brody.”
