Page 129 of Wildest Forever

With. Her.

I snap out of my thoughts when I feel her hand on my chest.

“Move over cowboy,” she winks, tilting her head back as she looks at me.

I do as she asks.

I step aside but my eyes follow her as I do, landing on her ass for just a minute and I feel like I am about to be caught sneaking a look at her.

She places the tray on the table, and I see James' eyes light up.

“Tequila is the best shooter, convince me otherwise,” Morgan murmurs as she takes a glass and holds it in front of her. James and Aspen take one too.

Nibbling on my bottom lip, I cross my arms across my chest and can't fight the smile even if I wanted to.

Aspen's eyes are bouncing between the girls and Riggs is waiting with bated breath knowing that this is only going to go one way.

Aspen is going to get drunk.

She either cries or laughs.

I am hoping it's the latter.

Sunny moves over, head popping over Morgan's shoulder.

“Tequila?” her voice is high, and Aspen wiggles her brows.“Can I join in?” she asks, stepping beside Morgan and myself and Aspen nod eagerly.

Sunny moves forward, reaching for her own glass and holding it between her finger and thumb.

“Ready?” Morgan asks, her eyes slowly drifting to mine as she waits for the girls.

“Ready,” James, Aspen and Sunny all say in unison.

Morgan beams her beautiful smile that lights up the whole room.

We watch as they shoot them back and Dixie groans, “Wish I was shooting back tequila.”

“Not long Dreamcatcher, just think in a few months we're going to have a beautiful baby and once he or she is here, I will stay home, and you can go out with the girls like you deserve.”

She leans into Tripp, and he lifts his arm and lets her snuggle into him, he presses a kiss to the top of her head and murmurs, “I love you.”

A small smile lifts the corners of my lips before I turn and look at my wife, who is now taking another tequila and shooting it back.

It's nice to see her relaxed, maybe even having fun. She's had such a good few days and it's nice seeing her letting her hair down.

“Woo!” Aspen shouts out, her eyes squeezed shut before she shudders when the bitter tequila taints her tongue.

“More?” James asks, spinning her finger around the tray and I look at Riggs who lifts a shoulder in a nonchalant way.

Sighing, I tilt my head and look at Morgan.

She's giggling as James leans into her, and I have no idea what she is saying. Sunny is leaning onto Aspen, her arms locked around our friend, they're both smiling.

“They're happy,” I mumble.

Riggs breathes a heavy sigh, “They are.”

I give a soft nod then slip into the booth, Riggs beside me and we watch as Nate whispers something in James' ear, her cheeks turning pink in an instant.

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