I think you can get double that out of him.
ME
And have Darcy murder both of us? I don’t think so.
RIDGE
How about just the bottom half? Or the top? The back?
ME
You will wait until your wedding day like a good boy.
WAYLON
Hey, I thought I was your good boy?
Oh. My. God. I’m going to straight murder him.
BANKS
Whoa. Things just got interesting.
KILLIAN
I don’t have anything else to contribute.
So he wants to play, huh? Okay, I’ll play, cowboy.
ME
You’re only a good boy when your mouth is being useful to me.
KILIIAN
I’m deceased.
BANKS
GO MAKE YOUR MOUTH USEFUL, BRO.
RIDGE
That’s just so much more than I wanted to know.
WAYLON
I’ll be a good boy when you get home then.
Fuck. No chance I’m not thinking about that all day. Thankfully, I have Darcy’s phone with me, so she can’t read what’s happening right now. She asked me to take pics with her phone so she could show Ridge all the ones she tried on other than the one she chooses. Which seems like a torturous game. The man is clearly dying to see what he’s not supposed to.
The woman assisting Darcy pulls the curtain open as my best freakin’ friend walks out looking like an angel. Tears immediately prick the corners of my eyes. My throat tightens. She turns to face the mirror and even her mouth drops open.
“Lou, you picked such a good one,” she says.
The little girl sits beside me beaming at her good job. And Darcy isn’t blowing smoke either. The dress hugs her curves in all the right places, and the cutouts actually look amazing.
“How do we feel about it, girls?” the attendant asks.
