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They’re all checking out my brother.

“I’ll go first,” Reagan says. She doesn’t look scared at all. My kind of girl.

The rest of them get increasingly nervous as Julian straps her in, securing her ankles in the harness. He double-checks and then gives her the thumbs up.

“Wait!” Misty the bride says in a panic. “Don’t do it, Reagan. You can die!”

Julian smiles. “She’s not going to die. We haven’t killed anyone this week.”

Misty’s eyes nearly pop out of her head.

“We haven’t killed anyone ever,” I reassure them, shooting my brother a look.

“So, that means you’re due,” Misty says. “Reagan, take it off. It’s not worth it. Let’s go.”

“You’re right,” Reagan says, glancing over the edge. “I’ll just go this way.”

They all scream as Reagan swan dives off the bridge.

I laugh as they all rush to the railing, watching as Reagan bounces and swings, the sound of pure joy coming from deep in her lungs echoing off the mountains.

“Woooo!” she hollers as she swings over the river.

I spot the drunk girl still on the floor with her head between her legs. She looks like she’s on the younger side of the group and got in over her head. This poor girl will never make it through the day.

I grab a Gatorade from the concession stand and crack it open as I kneel in front of her.

“Drink this,” I whisper to her.

“Thank you,” she says, taking it. Her eyes are all bloodshot and she keeps burping.

“Here.” She pulls out a thick wad of cash from inside her cowboy boot and tries to give me the whole thing. “Take it.”

I chuckle as I take it and put it back in her boot. “It’s on me, don’t worry.”

The girls are arguing over who’s going next as Julian pulls Reagan up on our motorized line, although they’re not arguing to be the next one. Nobody wants to go next. They all want to be last, or not at all.

“I’ll go,” Talia says, eyeing my brother.

“That was amazing!” Reagan says when she steps back onto the bridge. “What a rush!”

Talia takes Reagan’s place after Julian unstraps her. “Are you going to look up my skirt?” she asks with a flirty grin.

“I’ll keep my eyes on the scenery,” Julian says.

“Awww,” she says, smacking his shoulder. “You’re no fun.”

“Sorry about her,” Misty says. “Maybe don’t tie her up so tight.”

Talia’s mouth drops open in feigned outrage. “You bitch. I’m going to wear a white dress to your wedding for that.”

Reagan snorts out a laugh. “If you wear a white dress to a church it will probably burst into flames.”

Talia laughs. “Probably true.” She leans down to whisper to my brother. “I’m not a very good girl.”

“I see,” Julian says, keeping his eyes focused on the straps. Good man. He’s letting them have their fun, but isn’t taking the bait. His wife Abby would be proud.

Talia does the jump and so do the other three. It’s only the bride left.