Page 10 of Wild Ever After
“More or less.”
“That would be insane. Please tell me you told her no.”
“It’s not going to come to that. Sam and I are going to work this out. I love him and he loves me.” Or he said he did. But if he loved me, why is he not answering my calls so we can talk and make up? I let out a long breath. “Okay, I’m ready. I’m saving these for later.”
“Really?” She shakes her purse. “I wasn’t expecting it to be this easy. I have other tricks up my sleeve.”
“Yes. I will worry about all this tomorrow, when I’m hungover and hating my life decisions. Tonight, let’s go boot scoot and boogie!” I shove the candy in my clutch. Those will taste even more delicious later.
“Damn, I’m good,” she mutters as I tug her along behind me.
The rest of our group is already on the dance floor. The music has changed to something more upbeat. We dance until sweat trickles down my neck and the smile is back on my face.
“I need water!” Dakota yells over the music and fans her face.
“Me too.”
The others stay. We squeeze into an open space at the bar, and while we wait for our drinks, she turns to face me.
“This is fun.” She moves her hips to the beat. “I never had a bachelorette party.”
“You didn’t?”
“No.” She chuckles softly. “Maverick and I got married on a drunken whim in Vegas.”
“What?!” My jaw drops. “Seriously?”
“Yep.”
“That’s sort of awesome.”
“It actually was, but it did mean I missed things like this.”
“Then you absolutely need a turn wearing the veil.” I slide the clip out of my hair.
“Oh no.” She lifts a hand to stop me.
“You have to. I insist.”
Dakota looks like she’s going to protest again until I get the veil on her head. Then a big grin takes over her face.
The bartender sets our drinks, two waters and two shots of Fireball, down on the bar. He smiles at Dakota. “Getting married, huh?”
She glances at me before nodding.
“Congrats,” he says. “These are on the house, and if you need one last fling…” He trails off and then winks.
“Damn. This thing is magical.” She hands me a shot and takes the other.
“Maverick would kill him,” I say, in case she’s considering it.
“Oh, I know. Besides, it wouldn’t compare.”
“How do you mean?”
She smiles and seems to consider her words before she speaks. “You know how people always say they can’t imagine sleeping with one person for the rest of their life?”
I nod.
