“Where’s my princess cake?” I whine, plumping a pillow behind my head. “I specifically requested a princess cake.”
Lewis tosses a fistful of confetti in my face. “What a brat. We should’ve brought the other Wolinski. Put a smile on this fucker’s face.”
“Wait a minute…” I pluck a piece of pink confetti out of my mouth. “Is this toilet paper?”
Lewis jumps on the bed, looming over my face.
“Ta-daaa!”
He hands me a large brown paper envelope, and the glint in his eye is a total red flag.
I peel back the flap, and when my fingers brush against the fabric, my heart sinks.
I fucking knew it!
“You ever consider stand-up?” I ask.
I dip my hand into the envelope, fishing out three fancy bras. Black, pink, and multicolored.
I should’ve guessed. It was weird that Lewis never brought up how he caught me posing in Carrie’s underwear.What a jackass—he was biding his time.
“It’s from all of us.” Lane beams. “It was Lewis’s idea, though. You like?”
Carter nods. “I asked our actresses for pointers, but we kept the receipt, so if you want something a little—”
“Spicier?” Lane jumps in.
“Lane,” Lewis warns. “What did we say?No making fun!” He turns to me. “We’re here for you, dude. No judgment.”
“I don’t know how to thank you.”
“Wait, there’s more.”
Adam flings another gift into my lap, and I dive right in. Still, I make sure I unwrap it as neatly as possible and fold the paper to the side. Lewis is weird about his gift wrapping. I’m not trying to get on his bad side today. He’s already dangerous enough as is.
Books.Three chunky books—with super trashy covers.
“I chose this one because that’s one hell of a belly button,” Lewis points. “And those pecs and abs? Let’s just say they left me literally speechless. And look at that one! With his cute little nipples…”
The guys burst into laughter, and I can’t help but join in. I stackthe books on my bedside table and make a mental note to show them to Carrie later.
“I’m so lucky to have you guys,” I drawl.
Adam grins at me. “There’s one more surprise, but you’ll have to wait until the party tonight. Don’t worry, though—we’re gonna take care of it all. We’ll go get the booze this afternoon.”
“Sounds good.” I nod. “We should be done around nine, and we’ll head straight over.”
“We?”
“Me and Carrie.”
Lane raises an eyebrow. “She’s having dinner with yourparents? Intense, man. Seems like shit is getting real.”
“Weird that Becca never said anything to me.” Carter frowns. “My sexy little investigator usually keeps me in the loop. Looks like I finally get to flex on her, for once!”
“You might want to hold off on that—me and Carrie aren’t together. Yet,” I add.
“My advice is to wear the multicolored bra, bro. That way you’re sure she’ll like the color.” Lewis claps his hands. “Let’s give Don some alone time with his haul, guys.”
