“Nope. I’m going to lounge in that room like I’m a Kardashian. Someone has to enjoy all that luxury while you’re getting drunk.”
“I don’t plan on getting drunk.”
She lets out a dubious laugh. “We’ll see.”
In the hotel lobby, she pecks a kiss on my cheek and sashays away, blue dress sparkling as she walks.
Mesmerizing woman.
“She could hang with Cat if she wants.”
I spin to find Maxwell behind me. “Hey, man. You mean Joss?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs one buff shoulder. Is he bigger than the last time I saw him? He was already huge to begin with.
“I’ll let her know. Are the girls doing anything?”
“I’ve been told it’s not my business.”
Ha. Dear Lord, help us all.
Jocelyn
You have to be scared before you can be brave.
—My Therapist
I’m not sure what I’ve gotten myself into.
Amid a gaggle of women—including the bride, the groom’s sisters, Cat and a few of questionable relation—I’ve become quite tipsy. Grace’s suite could rival ours, and I’m still drooling over the luxury. The alcohol makes everything glow, and I’m in love.
I want to live at the Ritz-Carlton.
“So, are you nervous?” Cat asks Grace, who’s sitting cross-legged beside me, deep in the corner of the couch. She’s wearing sweats and holding a tumbler of herbal tea becauseI don’t want any chance of a hangover.
Right. Ten bucks says she’s pregnant.
She looks at the ceiling like she’s really considering the question. “Maybe a little? I don’t like being the center of attention.”
Julian’s sister—Tori, I think?—bursts out laughing. “Then why didn’t you pick the courthouse like I suggested?”
She huffs. “You know your mom would never let me do that.”
One of the older sisters grins. “Our little BB is getting married. We have to do it right.”
“BB?” I ask.
“Our baby.” Another sister cackles. “Julian hates it.”
Yeah, no grown man wants to be calledbabyby anyone he isn’t sleeping with. I’m sure it drives him nuts. It would drive Asher batty, too. I must plot how to torture him with this.
Hmm. But maybe it would be weird if I started calling himbaby.
Never mind. I gulp down a large swallow of wine.
“So, Jocelyn,” Grace says, “you work with Asher?”
I startle out of my thoughts. “Oh. Uh-huh. Anesthesia.”
