Page 78 of A Little Luck
Headed to the park to get some exercise.
The picture makes me smile. My shoulders relax, knowing my son is safe with him.
Have fun!
The clock is bearing down on me, and I decide a weird man asking about a woman I’ve never heard of isn’t my problem. My problem is getting the Sunday edition to bed before I have to lock into wedding mode.
“I’ll take care of that guy,” Raif mutters. “Don’t worry.”
“What about Protector Pork instead of Outlaw?” Jemima’s still flirting, and he glances back, giving her his old, reluctant smile.
“You’re the expert.” He swings his hand up and points at her like a gun. “I’ll see you around, Princess.”
“I’m no princess,” she teases.
“Good thing, because I’m no prince.”
* * *
“Having the time of your life!”Britt, Cass, and I sing at the top of our lungs, and I’m dancing on the couch with a cup of virgin watermelon margarita in my hand.
Except I’m the only dancing queen. Britt sits on the gold velvet sofa in the Star Parlor with her cup balanced on her baby bump, wearing a headband that reads “Let’s Go Girls.”
I have the “Drunk AF” headbandagain, and this time Cass is wearing the “Same Penis Forever” sash across her chest.
“I’d call that headband false advertising,” Britt’s bare feet are propped on the small coffee table in front of the fireplace. “None of us are drunk as fuck, and it sucks.”
“Don’t rain on my bachelorette party!” Cass sifts through the rotating box of supplies. “Too bad they only gave us one bumper sticker.”
She’s also wearing theBrideheadband and the necklace that readsEngaged AF.
“I nearly lost it when I saw that ‘I pooped today’ bumper sticker on the back of Alex’s car!” Britt cries, and I almost shoot my sip of margarita through my nose.
“You guys are so crazy!” I laugh, and I wonder if it’s possible to get drunk on virgin margaritas. “Who knew Alex Stone, Mr. Uptight Billionaire, had a sense of humor?”
“He’s got a lot more than that.” Cass waggles her eyebrows, and her lips curl into a naughty grin.
“Why do I feel like I’m hearing things I shouldn’t know now that I’m his sister?” Britt frowns, scratching her stomach like a peasant. “It’s like ew, nobody wants to know that about their brother.”
“You’re not his real sister.” Cass gives her shoulder a shove, but I’m less inclined to pursue the matter.
I’ve been dodging questions from them about shacking up with Adam all week, and I’m not sure Cass’s bachelorette part is the right time to spill my guts. It feels like stealing the spotlight.
“What are those guys doing tonight?” I ask, hoping to change the direction of the conversation.
“It’s like second verse, same as the first,” Britt answers. “They’re all at the distillery.”
“Should we have done something more exciting?” I bite the side of my thumb feeling like the worst party planner ever. “Did y’all want to go to New Orleans or to the beach or something?”
“In my condition?” Britt points both hands at her pregnant belly. “I’m not getting into a bathing suit, and I wouldn’t have any fun in New Orleans.”
“Yeah, I’m fine being vanilla.” Cass snuggles in beside me, holding up three penis straws. “This was the photo that sent Alex over the edge.”
She drops the three straws into our glasses and pulls out her phone. “Now, take a sip, you two. It’s Adam’s turn to get a boner for Piper.”
“I’m sure his brothers will love that,” I deadpan, but it’s all an act.
My lady bits tingle at the memory of Adam’s response to that blow job a few days ago and everything that came after it.