“Who says I’m not sleeping in my room tonight?” I rest my hands on my hips as I tease him, knowing full well I’m sleeping with him tonight.
He snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me close. “I say so.”
“You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am, Amelia.” He drops his lips to mine and kisses me.
“Huh…” Bean says, sounding slightly confused.
We turn to look at her, and for a second I panic, worried she’s changed her mind about being okay with us being together. But then she grins.
“I think I’ll get used to you kissing my best friend fasterthan you calling her Amelia, Dad,” she says with a chuckle. “But keep it PG around me, will ya?”
Alex chuckles and kisses my temple. “Need your room key, baby.”
I raise an eyebrow at him, but dig it out of my pocket and hand it over.
“And maybe unblock me on your phone,” he says.
“Oh, shit, I forgot to do that.” I pull my phone out. “Fuck, I need to charge this more at some point today. Don’t think for a second you’re getting that shirt back, by the way. It’s mine now.” He grins and kisses me again, and even though it’s gentle and chaste, it has me wanting more.
“It’s yours. Just like me.”
“Okay, it’s time for us to go. Say goodbye.” Bean grabs my hand and drags me away with a smile. Once we’re out of the room, she loops her arm through mine. “Do we want coffee or drinks while we get our nails done?”
“I’m inclined to say coffee because a nap is unlikely, and then drinks later when we’re getting our hair and makeup done.”
“You’re so smart, Maminnie.”
“I wonder how Tiffany will decide to murder me…”
We meetthe rest of the girls at the nail salon, and all get settled in massage chairs, including Raelynn, who looks even tinier than normal in the huge chair, but the smile on her face is almost as big as the chair. Tiffany walks in just as we’re starting to soak our feet and sits in the last empty spot.
“Uh, Mom, this is supposed to be a bridal party onlything,” Bean says, leaning forward to look around Haven and Raelynn at Tiffany.
“Pshhhh, I’m the mother of the bride. That’s basically part of the wedding party.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Haven says with a shake of her head. Tiffany glares at her before frowning at the bottles near Bean’s feet.
“Don’t tell me you’re doing French tips, Lizzie. That’s so cliché.”
Bean sits back and rolls her eyes. “I like French tips.”
Tiffany huffs and gets up to go look at the bottles of polish.
“Five bucks says she picks a green,” Bean says quietly.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because she thinks it’s Dad’s favorite color,” she replies.
I tilt my head and chuckle. “But his favorite color is blue.”
Haven snickers. I narrow my gaze at her and she grins back.
Bean’s eyes sparkle at my answer. “Well,Iknow that. Andyouknow that. But for some reason, Mom’s convinced it’s green.”
“Oh, look at this green! I bet Zander will love it,” Tiffany exclaims, bringing a bottle back with her.
