Page 100 of Dream Chaser
“Can we all agree no jellyfish?” Grimes says, shooting Boone a side-eye.
“Only if I can book the Airbnb this time,” I grumble. “Preferably with balconies thatlock from the inside.”
Oz lifts his glass. “To off-season shenanigans, brotherhood, and trauma bonding.”
We all clink. Because, despite everything—urine, nudity, and betrayal—we’ll probably do it all again.
God help us.
Lo takes a slow sip of her drink, eyes narrowing on the Hunt. “You all act like that was wild,” she says, voice low and dripping with judgment. “But let me tell you aboutNashville.”
I raise a brow. “Oh?”
She nods. “Me, Iz, Sydney, Harper, London, and Riley.”
Syd immediately chokes on her water. “Oh God, she’s doing it.”
“Oh yes, I am.” Lo sets down her glass and leans into her elbows. “We got into town Friday night. First stop? Line dancing. Second stop? Mechanical bull at some sketchy rooftop bar run by a guy named Dusty who kept yelling ‘hold her tighter than your granddaddy’s rifle.’”
Boone actually covers his face.
“I ripped my jeans,” Lo continues. “Twice.Once on the bull, once trying to climb back into the Uber because Harper dared me to do it backward.”
“London got mistaken for an up-and-coming country pop star and signed bar napkins,” Harper adds helpfully.
“Riley,” Lo says, pointing dramatically across the table, “accidentallybought a bachelorette sash at a gift shop and wore it all night. Free drinks everywhere. No one even asked who the groom was.”
“It said‘Last Rodeo’on it,” Riley mutters. “I still have it.”
“And Syd,” Lo continues, now smiling sweetly, “somehow convinced a band to let her play tambourine during their encore.”
“Iwasthe encore,” Syd corrects.
“Then came Saturday,” Lo adds, lifting one brow, “which started with Iz losing a boot. Not her phone,a boot, on Broadway and ended with us eating hot chicken on the floor of a stranger’s Airbnb because we were too drunk to figure out how to unlock the door to our own.”
My eyes are wide. “Why do I feel like I should be afraid of all of you?”
“Because you should be,” Lo says, raising her glass.
Oz laughs. “You know what? I’d watchthatshow.”
“Working title,” Lexi offers, “Honky Tonk Hot Mess.”
“You forgot the part where Harper got a tattoo,” Syd mutters, biting back a smile.
“Oh my God,” I ask. “What kind of tattoo?”
Izzy shrugs. “It says‘Blessed.’On her hip.”
“Blessed?” Boone echoes.
“Yeah.” Riley snorts. “In Comic Sans.”
The guys collectively groan.
Grimes points at them. “You’re all banned from Nashville. Forever.”
“We already booked it again for Lexi’s twenty-first,” Lo deadpans.
