“Keep it in your pants.”
“I’m in no position to tell you what to do,” Emily said.“You’re not my little sister yet.Which, by the way, it’ll be really nice no longer being the baby of the family, but I might as well start acting as your older sister who gives advice that you’ll probably ignore anyhow.”
“I’ve always wanted a big sister.”
“Well”—Emily reached out and patted Amy’s knee—“for better or worse, you’ve got one.The first thing—and you won’t like it—love can make you do and say stupid things so think before you speak.”
Wasn’t that the truth?She loved Ray so much that the thought of losing him in a couple of days scared…Love?Oh, God, she loved Ray.
“The second thing is tough because, in two days, you’re leaving paradise for different destinations, but follow your heart.”Colored lights at the foot of the stage came on, momentarily pulling away Emily’s attention for a moment.“Looks like the show is starting.I’ll say this fast.You are a natural planner.Love doesn’t work that way.Listen to your heart and go with the flow.”
Think first, but go with the flow.Did love have to be so complicated?
The iconic hit song from the seventies “YMCA” blared around them, and spotlights above shone on six men onstage.All half-dressed, muscular, and costumed—an Indian chief, a construction worker, a soldier, a policeman, a biker, and a cowboy.
“Looking good.”Courtney whistled.
The men moved and gyrated.Cheers sounded from the audience.Fanning out to different points on stage, the hulking men continued their separate routines, the Indian in front of Emily and Amy.
“Not bad.”Her future sister-in-law smiled up at him.“Not bad at all.”
Just then the man spun about.In a G-string loincloth, his bare butt cheeks stared them in the face.Firm and muscular, his backside matched the strength of his well-displayed body.
Emily was right.It was a mighty fine rear-end, but the man couldn’t hold a candle to Ray… boy, was she in trouble.
