Amy
“Do you think he wants to sleep with me?” I asked Brea breathlessly as I helped her unload the sample fabrics and dresses from the car parked in front of Meg’s large Victorian house.
“I’m sure part of him does,” Brea said. “Or he wouldn’t have had orgasms on the subconscious.”
“But I was covered in marshmallows and hair from the horses,” I said as we dragged the trunk up the wide front steps.
“Maybe he’s desperate,” Ivy remarked as she came up behind us, carrying a stack of hat boxes.
“Thanks for that self-esteem boost, my dear friends,” I said dryly.
“If you’re going to go after Sebastian, you need to make a little bit more of an effort,” Grace said as she knocked on the front door of the Victorian. “You know, wash your hair and maybe wear a blouse that’s not covered in frosting.”
“My shirt isn’t covered in frosting,” I scoffed, setting down the trunk with a huff and pulling at my stretchy top. “Oh shoot, itiscovered in frosting.”
I fished a Tide pen out of my purse, stuck one hand up the shirt to brace it, then furiously scrubbed at the spot.
“Get that jelly spot too,” Ivy said as the door opened.
“Hey, Meg,” I said, not looking up, “I’m a mess. Sorry.”
A man cleared his throat.
I froze and then slowly raised my eyes. Sebastian was glowering in the doorway.
“Extremely unprofessional,” he said in that deep voice that made me want to do more with him than eat marshmallows.
My cheeks heated and puffed up with embarrassment and indignation. “Oh yeah, Mr. I’m-Going-to-Give-You-an-Orgasm, someone washing frosting—”
“And jelly filling,” Ivy reminded me.
“And jelly filling off their shirt is unprofessional!”
“Amy!” Brea clapped a hand over her mouth.
The door opened wider, and several Svenssons in varying states of hungover stood there.
“Did the bachelor party come early?” I blurted out.
“It can if you want to!” One of the handsome brothers grinned at me then sauntered onto the porch.
Sebastian’s scowl deepened. But the Svenssons didn’t register his annoyance.
“Let me help you ladies with that.” One of the brothers picked up the trunk easily and carted it inside to the table.
Another set of brothers loped down the stairs as Elsie’s car pulled up, delicious smells of the catering wafting out of the windows.
“That’s for the wedding dress meeting,” I told them.
One brother flashed me a megawatt smile over his shoulder as he opened Elsie’s car door. “Oh, don’t worry. We’re going to be at that meeting.”
“Uh…what? What do you mean, you’re ‘going to be at that meeting’? Sebastian?”
He crossed his arms and stood silently on the porch while the Svensson brothers hauled all of our wedding planning supplies and the catering inside.
“Poor planning,” he said, shaking his head as I walked past him into the chaos that was Meg and Hunter’s house.
There were Svenssons everywhere—big ones and small ones—and they all looked hungry.
