Page 118 of Bling

“Yep, definitely buying you a bikini.” She rolled her eyes.

“Fine. Let’s get this over with, then.”

“Good girl. I need to make a couple of phone calls and then I’ll be ready.”

One of those phone calls turned out to be ordering a car delivered for him to drive. Some fancy silver sports thing. Cars had never been something she knew much about. Why were men so fascinated with them?

They drove into town and spent the afternoon shopping at a variety of stores. She walked away with new jeans, tops, and yes, a two-piece bathing suit.

By the time they made it back to the beach house, it was almost time to head to the country club where they would have dinner followed by a party for everyone.

When they arrived at the club, the parking lot was nearly full. Their family took over the entire building for the evening. It was theirs until the wee hours of the morning.

Walking in felt different this time. She’d never brought a date to one of these before and certainly never a well-known billionaire who rubbed shoulders with the president.

Garrett held her hand as they walked in the entryway. Right away, it felt different. It was still the same country club, but the decorations were fresh. In fact, she spotted a staff member hustling a box of decorations into a hallway as if they had just finished.

The DJ was setting up in the corner—the same uncle who had done it the past three reunions.

“IZZY!” A woman came barreling toward her and nearly knocked her over.

“Hey Sabrina,” she said, returning the hug. It was clear her cousin was already at least three margaritas deep.

“Girl. I tried to bring my usual supply of booze and mixers to set up and they wouldn’t let me. I was fit to be tied. But then I get in here and wouldn’t you know it, Aunt Sandy really stepped up her game and quit being a cheap ass. There’s a damn full bar. Now I don’t even have to do any work to get wasted. It’s gonna be such a grand night.”

Isabelle found it hard to believe that Sandy Lopez would provide a full open bar. The woman barely approved of the cousins’ regular MO of getting plastered on booze they brought into the venue themselves.

As she was turning to Garrett to comment on how odd it was realization hit her. She jabbed a finger into his chest and glared.

“I told you not to meddle.”

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