“Seriously, the dress is the last thing on my mind,” Laura insisted. “If we can pull this all off by Christmas, I’ll be over the moon.”
“No, you need a freaking dress,” Jodie told her.
“You do,” Meghan agreed.
“Where am I going to find a wedding dress?” Laura asked. “I can’t go try stuff on anywhere.”
“Maybe you could,” Reyna said, jumping up and looking around the small office space they’d commandeered for planning purposes.
“What do you mean?” Laura asked.
“Just think about it. We have connections. We could get her somewhere discreet to try on a dress.”
Meghan’s withering look was enough to say that it was a bad idea. “I don’t think so.”
“Don’t be a party pooper, Meghan,” Jodie teased.
“I don’t want to cause anyone trouble,” Laura said. She scooted back in her chair. “We can make do with what we already have.”
“If I could get you out and to a wedding dress shop without anyone the wiser, I would do it. But it’s a risk. Visage saw Laura when we got her out with Brian and Drew. Do you really want to risk her being on their radar?” Meghan asked.
“Seriously, don’t even worry about it.” Laura stood and pushed the notebook she had been writing in away. “I have a dress with me. No one needs to go out of their way for this.”
Laura scurried out of the room and to the bathroom. They could hear her heaving into the toilet. She’d had the worst morning sickness already. Well, more like all-day sickness. She was throwing up constantly, but Meghan said everything seemed normal.
Meghan sighed. “I’m going to check on Laura.”
As soon as she left, Jodie tilted the front two legs of her chair off the ground and leaned backward. “I hate being so confined.”
“Run it off in the gym.”
“I hate running.”
“Well, you need to find something to let off steam.”
Jodie kicked her feet up on the table. “Maybe I just need to get laid.”
Reyna laughed. “Maybe you do.”
“Maybe I’ll see if Tye is interested.”
“Tye?” she asked with wide eyes. “Have you even talked to him since the rescue?”
Jodie winked. “I’m about to.”
“But you don’t even know him.”
“Sex is a release, Reyna. Doesn’t have to mean anything. If Meghan didn’t have such a stick up her ass about this whole Elle thing, I’d see if she’d be down.”
Reyna grinned. “I kind of love you.”
“You, though,” Jodie said, tapping Reyna’s nose once, “arenotmy type.”
“Well, thank God.”
“No hard feelings.”
Jodie sauntered from the room. Reyna could do nothing but laugh. At least the wedding planning seemed to have lifted her spirits. Reyna stretched her arms over her head, releasing the tension in her back and shoulders. Laura reappeared from the bathroom, looking pale, Meghan at her back.
