“Earth to Katie,” Connie said between drinks. “Who made you shmile like thas?”
Katie schooled her face to something more neutral, because they were still early in phase one and Connie wasn’t yet drunk enough to miss Katie’s reaction to Frank Hartigan’s approach.
To buy a little time, she fluffed up her spiral curls and shifted her gaze to her sister. “What look?”
The ‘don’t-BS-me’ look that Connie shot Katie was a little wonky, because the gin, vodka, tequila, and Triple sec were starting to work their magic. “The one that says you’re about to do something stupid.”
Katie snorted. “I have never done anything stupid.”
Okay, that lie probably would work on the third graders she taught, but not on her twin.
“Puh-lease,” Connie said, rolling her eyes and then grabbing the edge of the table to steady herself, even though she hadn’t moved from her seat. “We shared a womb. I know you way too well for that.”
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Airhead: A Hartigans Totally ’80s Hot RomCom
The night in 1982 that changed everything…
There is no way I can resist avenging my sister’s broken heart by filling her cheating boyfriend’s bitchin’ DeLorean with extra buttered movie popcorn, a half-melted Snickers, and the contents of one shaken can of Tab.
There’s only one six-foot-six-inch problem. It’s not The Creep’s car. It’s Frank “The Airhead” Hartigan’s. Now he wants me to drive him to Harbor City to make up for trashing his ride.
On the outside, I’m all gag me with a spoon, but on the inside? Yeah, not so much. The truth is I haven’t stopped thinking about him since that night at Marino’s Bar when he rocked my world to the max—something that can’t happen again.
Frank Hartigan isn’t a guy you fall for if you want to keep your heart in one piece. Waterbury is littered with the broken hearts of the women who forgot that, and I am not about to join their ranks.
Fine. I’ll drive him around town, but that’s it.
No kisses.
No getting hot and bothered.
No toe-curling anything.
And no matter what happens tonight, my heart—and my panties—will for sure remain untouched.
