13
Vance
The bonfire is already going, and unlike Jagger, who would invite two hundred people to a shindig he was throwing, Leo’s kept the guest list small for the barbecue.
Grabbing a beer from the bucket, I sit in a beach chair looking out at the ocean when two hands cover my eyes.
“Guess who?” a high-pitched female voice sounds in my ear.
The small set of hands come off my eyes and I stand up and turn around.
Kali.
She throws herself in my arms. “Bet you missed me,” she whispers and her hand slides down my back to grab my ass.
I take a step back. “Hey, Kali.” I take a swig of my beer. Why the hell is she here? She’s not even a close friend of Leo’s.
“What kind of hello is that?” she asks with a false smile on her face.
I should warn you now. I’ve slept with Kali. Once. And I w
