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“I didn’t bring my clubs,” I respond, though I’m lying through my teeth since I don’t own golf clubs and hate the sport.
“No problem. We’ll get you some.” Canyon claps me on the back. “We’ll swing by the house to pick you up at about nine.”
“Uh, sure. See you then.” I really don’t want to go, but everyone is watching me so I muster up a smile and nod.
“You didn’t have to say yes,” Whitney whispers as we walk up the stairs hand in hand after everyone has left. “You hate golf.”
“Yeah, but I love you.” I kiss the tip of her nose.
“It’s a good thing.”
We pause in front of her bedroom door and I pull her against me, pressing my lips to hers. She sighs, sliding her tongue between my lips and wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Baby, don’t tease me,” I whisper, chuckling.
When we arrived in Dallas, Lillian announced we weren’t allowed to share a room. Even though we live together in Alaska, she made an old-fashioned, unilateral decision that it would be more romantic for us to be apart the last two weeks leading up to our wedding night.
Whitney fought it at first, but I came up with the compromise, saying we could sleep in different bedrooms, but we were both going to stay at the house. I refused to go to a hotel and threatened that we would go back to Alaska until the wedding if she didn’t agree, so her grandmother finally gave in.
At least this way we see each other in the morning and at dinner, and I can stop by her room at night before I go to bed too. Gran goes to bed early most nights, and her room is on the other side of the house, and neither of us cares much if we get caught. We’re adults who live together and have a full life in Anchorage, so we’re indulging her because we love her, even if we don’t agree with her assessment of the situation.
“This sucks,” Whitney whispers.
“She won’t know…” I whisper back.
Whitney glances over my shoulder, as if checking to see if the coast is clear, grabs my hand, pulls me into her room, and firmly locks the door behind us.
“You’re a naughty girl,” I chuckle, squeezing one of her ass cheeks.
“Do I need a spanking?” she asks, laughing.
“Absolutely.”
Chapter 3
Whitney
Standing on the dais in my wedding gown, I feel a little like a princess.
I initially fought against the big wedding, but now that it's almost here, I'm excited. There are still a thousand details to attend to, but as I stare at myself in my custom-made gown, I can’t help but imagine what Jake will think when he finally sees it.
When he finally sees me.
The wedding is in ten days, and I’ve spent the last week making sure every detail is perfect. If it had been up to us, we would have simply eloped, but my grandmother wanted this big ordeal, and since I love her more than almost anyone, I’m willing to go along with it. Jake essentially wants anything I want, so it’s nice to have one easygoing person in my life; my grandmother, parents, and almost everyone else are way over-the-top in excitement, expectations, and other details.
My best friends, Hailey Hatcher and Katherine Davenport, sit in chairs a few feet away, sipping champagne as the seamstress makes the final tweaks to my dress.
“Have you lost weight, Whitney?” Hailey asks.
“I’d say definitely,” the seamstress answers. “I’m going to have to take it in a bit more. You have to eat, Ms. Sommers. You’re already so slender.”
“I do eat!” I laugh. “I’ve been so busy the last few weeks, plus I shot the latest line of photos for Raven, so I’ve been working out a lot. But don’t worry, I will be eating more than usual in the coming weeks.”
As the face of Raven Cosmetics, I have to do photo shoots two or three times a year highlighting new products or marketing campaigns.
The seamstress pauses. “Shall I not take it in then?”
I shrug. “It doesn’t matter. I won’t lose or gain enough to make a difference. Leave it the way it is. I always drop an extra five before a big photo shoot, and I’ll probably gain it back with all the pre-wedding festivities coming up.”
