Page 68 of Space Cowgirl: Houston, All Systems Go
“Started humping like rabbits?”
“Jules!” She slaps my arm, her cheeks pink. “But yes.”
We both laugh until Jackie suddenly stills, grabbing my shoulders, eyes wide. “Holy Mercury. You can’t tell Flynn I made it so long ago, I’ll look… I’ll look…”
“Like you were super excited to be with him and couldn’t wait to plan the next step?”
She bites her lip. “You think Flynn will see it that way?”
I shrug. “Honestly, I don’t think Flynn will care. He’s the one that proposed, after all, so he was probably thinking about this just as long as you were. The only difference is that you’re a research freak, so you put all your thoughts on a thumb drive.”
“Huh.” She drops her hands and pushes her glasses up her nose. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“I’m always right.”
“Jules…” Her exasperation is so amusing.
Damn I miss riling her up.
“Listen, let’s just hop on Pinterest and—”
“Pinterest?”
My brows knit together at Jackie’s stunned expression.
“Youhave a Pinterest account?” She’s speaking slowly again, but I think this time it has more to do with confusion than frustration.
My frown deepens. “Well, yeah.Duh.How else was I going to manage this wedding?”
“Um…” Light brown brows arch over the top of her frames. “I didn’t think you would be managing the wedding.”
Ignoring her tone, I detail my effort. “I even have an entire board for bridesmaid dresses.” I frown hard at Jackie, remembering the research I did for that particular board. “Yousoowe me just for having to figure out the difference between tulle and chiffon and which would hold up better in a barn ceremony.”
“You did that?” Jackie’s eyes go wide behind her glasses. She looks kind of like an owl. “For me?” An owl who’s about to cry.
My boots shift in the dirt as I look around for someone to intervene. I already had a feelings talk today. I can’t handle the tears of my best friend. Especially when going commando. There just seems to be something wrong with comforting someone when you’re bare beneath your denim.
I need to delegate it. Because that is what a good commander does.
I scan the house porch. Empty.
The field to my left. Empty.
Behind me in the barn is an unwanted wedding planner and horses.
I seriously contemplate leading Jackie into one of the barn stalls and letting her pet a horse until she’s calm. That’s a thing, isn’t it? Equine therapy?
“But…” she sniffs. “It’s only been a week.”
This time I sigh. “Chill, girl.” I tug on her long ponytail. “You’d do the same for me.”
She takes a deep breath and nods. “Thank you. We don’t have much time.” She tilts her head in that way that she does when she’s thinking. “I guess I should’ve told Flynn no about the engagement getaway.”
I think of how handsy Flynn is with Jackie and laugh. “Somehow I don’t think you would’ve won that argument.”
Her cheeks turn bright red.
My bestie is so cute when she’s getting it on the regular.
