Alpha Reid
“Yeah, I’d love that!”
“Hey, isn’t tomorrow ladies’ night at the tap?” Quinn asks, waggling her eyebrows.
“It is,” Astrid chirps. She smirks at Quinn conspiratorially.
I furrow my brow. “What’s the tap?”
“Stillwater Tap, it’s the bar in this territory,” Quinn supplies. “It’s where I met my mate Jax, actually.”
“I’ve been dying to check that place out,” Fallon laments. “We should totally go.”