“Good for you, Is.” Luna gives me a look. “But I want you to know that no matter what’s happening in my life, I’m here foryou. Promise me that you won’t keep a secret like this from me again.”
“Never.”
“Pinkie swear?”
I laugh. “What are we, five?”
She waggles her pinkie at me meaningfully, which is hilarious because she’s got a fancy manicure, and her left hand is sporting a diamond big enough to poke out my eye. “No, but we need to seal the deal with something, and this pinkie is all I’ve got at the moment.”
I link my finger with hers. “Pinkie swear.”
“Good.” Luna smiles. “Did you eat breakfast yet?”
“Nope.” I got out of bed, poured myself into yesterday’s outfit, and went to obtain clothing.
Now I have St. Thomas plastered on my ass. Epic fail.
“Perfect. I’ve arranged brunch for the whole bridal party by the private pool at my bungalow. I hope you’re ready for mimosas.”
She has a bungalow with a private pool? I haven’t seen much of the hotel, but if what I’ve experienced so far is anything to go by, her bungalow is going to be incredible.
“Mimosas sound perfect. But are we swimming? Because I don’t have a suit.”
“Mimosas first, and then Rocco will take us all shopping,” Luna decides.
Then she grabs my hand and starts pulling me from the pool to whatever VIP area she’s inhabiting while I try not to think about the fact that she has a driver named Rocco who’s going to take us shopping. This whole trip is surreal.
If it weren’t for the sunshine melting my face, I’d think I dreamed it all.
Chapter 4
SAINT
“Get up,stronzo.”
My brother Priest looms over me, looking annoyingly chipper for whatever the fuck time of morning this is.
“Who are you calling an asshole, asshole?” I mutter before pulling my pillow over my face.
And that’s when I smell her.
Damn. My face smells like Isla’s pussy. I inhale deeply, annoyed that I’m not alone to enjoy the remnants of last night, the lingering reminder that I spent all evening fucking a ridiculously gorgeous woman and came more than I ever have in my life in the span of one evening.
The pillow is snatched away, and then the curtains open, sending blinding sunshine streaming in the windows.
“What are you doing?” I growl, wincing as I shut my eyes tight. “I’m trying to sleep.”
“We have things to do today. Did you forget? You, me, Lucky, and Scorpion. We’re having a bros day.”
Shit.
I did forget.
Because I crawled into my bed around 5:30 a.m. and passed out.
I throw an arm over my eyes, further blocking out the light. “Why does the bros day have to start so early in the goddamn morning?”
“It’s not early. It’s nine. That’s why I came looking for you.”
