Page 131 of Sincerely, Butterfly

The guy takes off, leaving us alone.

“Now, where were we?” Garrett turns to us.

“You were just about to leave, Gary,” Callie huffs. “Bye.”

“You must have me confused, Miss Ivy.” He lowers his voice to sound like Batman. “I’m Batman.”

I can’t help it, I burst out laughing.What? I like this guy. He’s funny.

Garrett grins, shooting me a look while my best friend glares at me.

“Don’t entertain his stupidity. It only encourages him,” Callie chastises.

“Isn’t she adorable when she’s all angry? Like a feisty little Kitten.” Garrett grins over at me.

“I’m right here!” Callie shouts. “Come on, Lola, let’s go dance.”

“Bye, my love!” Garrett calls after us. “Until we meet again.”

“God, I hate him so much!” Callie growls.

“I like him. He’s fun.” I giggle as Callie pulls me onto the dance floor.

“Traitor! You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I am,” I laugh. “Come on, Callie, he’s harmless. And he seems to really like you.”

“It’s all a big joke, a show to him.” Callie rolls her eyes. “He’s not serious about anything that doesn’t involve getting his dick wet. And seeing how I’m saving myself for literally anyone but him, he has no chance in hell.”

Knowing there’s no point in arguing when it comes to Garrett, I take her hands and have her sway to the beat of the music.

We’re a few songs in—Callie getting a drink between each song—by the time the guys make themselves known to us.

“Callie, what the hell are you wearing?” Sylas’ voice has us pausing.

We turn around to see the three of them standing there, dressed in…huh?

“Where are your costumes?” I blurt.

They all look my way. “We’re here to make sure nothing happens to you two,” Jasper sneers. “We own Fortune 500 companies. We don’t play dress up.”

I want to say ‘what about the plague doctor outfits’, but that would be opening a can of worms I’m not ready to deal with just yet.

“It’s Halloween, Sylas. It’s just a costume. Lighten up.” She goes to take a sip of her drink, but Sylas grabs it.

“How many of these have you had?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

“None of your business.” Callie snatches it back. She turns to me. “I’m going to pee. Be right back.”

Callie takes off, leaving me surrounded by the three of them.

“Hi.” I wave lamely.

Sylas’ lip curls into a smirk. “Of all the costumes, this was not one I expected you to wear.” He slowly rakes his eyes over me. “Looking good, Lola Girl.”

“Thanks.” I find myself grinning.

“Are you trying to tell us something?” Wesley asks, a smirk playing on his lips.