“I’m sure I’ll make it before it’s over.” I hold up a hand, crossing my fingers. “And hopefully before Scarlet leaves.”
“Will, that girl’s been off-and-on stringing you along since freshman year.”
“Ouch.” He’s not wrong. “But I have a good feeling about this last get-together before we both head off to OU.”
“Well, you can stay if you want.” He shoots me a sideways glance. “Morgan is.”
I groan, shift in my seat, and tip my face to the breeze again. The moon shines bright in the Oklahoma sky.
“Fine.” He cuffs my shoulder. “I’ll leave it alone. For now. But could you at least try to get along with her?”
“Maybe. Can you at least try not to set me up this weekend?”
We pull in under glowing yellow lights, and he puts the truck in park. Neither of us verbally agrees to the other’s request, though, for his sake, I’ll do my best.
We slide from the cab, and as Hudson slams his door, he shrugs. “Well, for now, let’s focus on your hygiene. And perhaps how scratchy these Dollar General underwear will be.”
Awesome.
CHAPTER SIX
MORGAN
I’m sprawled out on a stylish gray couch, munching on microwave popcorn, and filling tiny clear plastic jars with personalized chocolates, when Ava straightens, tightening the band around her blonde ponytail.
“So, what do you think of Hudson’s cousin?”
Something in me that was very near to falling asleep jumps to attention. “You mean besides the psycho comment?”
“Ah, there you are. I was wondering if you were awake.”
I smirk. “I’m not superhuman. I got up early to pack, stood on my feet at Epic Ice all afternoon, and then drove all the way here.”
For the past half hour, Ava’s been sitting on the whitewashed hardwood floor, chattering away about the weekend schedule. We set to work after she led me on a tour of our house, an adorable three-bedroom rental called The Blue Moon. Her excited voice needed no interjection from me and was beginning to lull me to sleep.
I throw ribbon scraps at her—which flutter straight to the ocean-blue rug—and then sit up. “If I’m being honest, I stopped listening after I heard the wordspa.”
She laughs and throws her pile of scraps at me. They also flutter to the floor. It’s supposed to be a surprise, but Tonya, the maid of honor, has arranged massages for all the ladies tomorrow. I can’t wait.
“Well?”
“Well, what?”
“What do you think of Will? He’s cute, right?”
“I’m excited about the spa because I’ll hardly have to see him tomorrow.” Hopefully, it will take hours.
Her smile falters. Oops, time to appease her. “Just kidding. I’m sure he’s fine.”
She stands and moves to the kitchen. Boxes of wedding things clutter the table under a modern farmhouse-style light fixture. “He’s a nice guy. I got to know him over the holidays when I came up with Hudson. Their whole family comes here for Christmas every year.” She rips open another box of jars and begins arranging them in neat rows on the table. “They have a huge family. Nine cousins in all, I think. But Will’s the only other male.”
I scoop up the ribbon scraps. “That’s a lot of girls.”
“Yeah, the girls used to make Hudson and Will serve them at their tea parties. They hated it, but they agreed so the girls would play cops and robbers later.”
I laugh, enjoying the thought of Will’s cousins bossing him around.
“Do they all live in the Tulsa area?”
