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“What the fuck? As in my sister’s Riley?”

I roll my eyes. “It wasyears ago, dude. In Boston. And according to them, they never slept together. Supposedly one awkward kiss when he was dropping her off, but I never pressed any further because I didn’t feel like puking.”

My stomach rolls. The thought of my sister doing the nasty with any one of my friends makes me queasy.

Drew’s still staring at my closed door, contemplating something. “Interesting.”

I throw my hands up. “Why is everything so fucking interesting today?”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Nothing.” I wave him off. “Now, tell me what you want.”

“Dude. I’m here to help you plan an epic bachelor party. Devyn just told me you’re the appointed best man, so I’m making sure you don’t screw up the most important part of this whole wedding planning process.”

And people say I’m an idiot.

“I haven’t had time to think about it.”

“Which is exactly why you need me,” he insists. “I’mthinking Vegas. Picture it—topless pools and liquor by day, poker and strippers by night.”

“I’m pretty sure your sister wouldn’t appreciate all the naked women in this plan.”

“Pfft, she wouldn’t care. She knows Riley is fucking blind to other women. He’s just along for the ride.”

I laugh. “You do realize it’s notyourbachelor party, right?”

“Yeah…sure. So what do you say?”

I grab a beer out of the fridge and throw it to him. What’s that saying? It’s five o’clock somewhere, right?

“Sure, buddy. Let’s talk about Vegas.”

CHAPTER 44

Rainey

“We need to talk, Rainey.Really talk,” Brody says.

Ugh. I know he wants to go public after the stunt he pulled last weekend, but I’m so not ready to have this argument again. I’m not ready for this thing to end yet, and that’s exactly where a conversation like that would go.

I pull his button-up shirt out of his pants. “Sure, Brody. We can talk. Later.”

He groans when I pop the button open on his slacks. “No, Rainey, I’m serious. No more sex until we talk.”

I pull his zipper down and shove his pants down over his hips. “That’s funny.”

He grabs my wrist when I reach for his boxers. “Will you fucking be serious for a minute?”

I’m taken aback by the harshness in his tone. “Iambeing serious. As in, I seriously want your dick inside of me.”

He pulls his pants back up. “Honey, I want that just as much as you do, but this is more important.”

I bite my bottom lip, drawing his attention to the motion. “But I have a surprise for you.”

He looks at me skeptically. “What kind of surprise?”

I grab the little black plastic bag off the counter and hand it to him. “I stopped by the store on the way home.”

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