Laughing, “Its white and lacey, is all you need to know.”
“Did you give him the photos yet?” CJ asks.
“Yes, actually, this morning,” I grin. “I wanted to send him off with something to think about before he sees me again walking down the aisle. “
“Oh, you’re bad. And now I understand the smug smile on your face all day.” CJ states as she nudges Britt.
“And his.” Britt replies with a snicker.
I shrug. “He liked them. Twice.”
We laugh together and finish the bottles of wine. Pack up our dresses and head back to my house for a night of pampering and prepping for tomorrow.
This day was perfect, the relaxing, fun day I needed to remind me just what tomorrow is really about.
twenty-three
JACKSON
It’s nine at night, Wedding eve and we’ve completed the build at the football field. Adam came through like a boss, I knew he would, and it looks amazing. If we weren’t set up in front of the goal posts, you probably wouldn’t even know there’s a turf field under our feet.
Now we are settling in before the big day. Each of us with a beer in hand, sitting around the fire pit bullshitting about life, in Adam’s back yard. The girls are spending the night at mine and Chess’ house and us guys are all crashing here at Adams’.
"Ok Bobby, since you’re the only husband around here, for tonight anyway, any words of advice for this guy so he doesn’t end up on the couch during his first week of marriage?” Billy says.
I roll my eyes. “Ever hear of the honeymoon phase, Bill?”
“Just trying to help a brother out.”
I slouch back in my Adirondack chair, take a pull from my beer and sit with a satisfied smile on my face. Remembering just hours earlier how Chess sat on my face, my grin deepens.
“I don’t need help, Bill.” I wink. “I’m Jackson fucking Gage. Surely, you’ve heard of me.” I puff my chest out a bit more.
“I’ve heard you’re a bore in bed.”
I bark a laugh. “Lies. You better stop that filth spilling from your mouth.”
He raises a brow. “I don’t know, I heard the ladies talking about Buzz Lightyear.” He gives me a smug look like he knows something I don’t.
He does.
Buzz Lightyear? What the fuck is he talking about?
“Ok I’ll bite, what the fuck you talking about Bill?” Bobby asks.
He slinks back into his chair, crossing his leg at the knee, beer dangling from his fingertips. “Buzzzz Lightyear.” He accentuates the buzz in a weird tone. “I figure it’s a metaphor for something you guys are lightyears,” he puts the word in finger quotes, “away from.”
I narrow my eyes and he continues smirking.
“Do you guys get to play, too?”
Silence.
I know this guy is crossing a line right now I just can’t figure out if I should be mad about it yet or not.
“Poor girls need them before the marriage, I can only imagine the hole that needs to be filled once they’re married, pun intended. I’ll have to ask them if sex goes downhill once you give your name away.” He furrows his brow like he’s seriously contemplating the question.
“Jesus, fuck, Billy, that’s your sister and friends you’re talking about.”
