Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Bree shot her a look over her shoulder and cut off Arabella’s protest.
The moment we stepped into the kitchen, I let out a roar of laughter. “What is all of this?”
Greer had so much food set out on the kitchen island, I was positive she was expecting the guys to come back. With a shrug, she said, “I get hungry when I drink. Look! I made a charcuterie board of nothing but crackers!”
Candace reached for a piece of cheese from another board. “She’s real proud of her boards.”
The cheese board appeared to be nothing but cheese. I leaned in to look closer and noticed there was even shredded cheese on it.
I glanced over at Greer to see she was currently making a board of nothing but fruit.
“Um, Greer, you know you’re supposed to mix all the—”
Willa put her hand over my mouth and whispered against my ear, “I already mentioned that, and she threw a slice of ham at me.”
I rolled my eyes and then nodded as Willa dropped her hand. “She never was good at drinking a lot,” I answered in a hushed voice.
Bree walked up with a tray full of shot glasses. “Okay, ladies, we now take our shots to keep us from having hangovers.”
Candace reached up, grabbed a shot glass and downed it. Willa, Arabella, and I all watched in horror as the thick-looking green concoction disappeared.
“What. Is. In. That?” Arabella asked.
With a whole-body shudder, Candace said, “Tastes like shit.”
“Looks like shit,” Willa added.
Bree shot them both a glare. “Trust me, when you bitches wake up tomorrow, you won’t have a headache after you drink this. I learned it from…a friend.”
I had to admit, my brain was already fuzzy, and I knew I still had a buzz.
“I am so glad I’m pregnant and can’t drink,” Willa said. “You couldn’t pay me to drink that nasty green…hangover cure.”
Greer shoved four cubes of cheese in her mouth, then reached for the shot. With her mouth stuffed full, she mumbled, “I’ll drink it!”
“Let’s make a toast,” Bree said.
“To friendship?” Willa asked.
A wicked smile crossed Bree’s face. “Nope. To friends who call the police to report a noise complaint—then bribe the officer who shows up to call his off-duty friends to come take care of it.”
I was positive I wasn’t the only one with my mouth hanging open as we all stared at Bree.
“Wait, you had them call Hunter?” Willa asked before she popped a grape into her mouth.
Bree nodded like she was so damn proud of herself. “And Kyle. I knew they were all together playing poker.
“Why?” Arabella asked.
Willa chuckled, along with Candace who pointed at Bree. “Okay, we seriously need to hang out more. I like how your mind works.”
They reached across the island and slapped hands.
“Wait, why?” Arabella asked once more.
Bree folded her arms over her chest. “In case you didn’t notice the way Hunter was gawking at you, or the way Bishop couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, Abby…I wanted them to have a gentle reminder of what they’re missing out on.”
Greer gasped. “You planned that whole thing?”
Candace slowly shook her head. “You’re an evil genius.”
Laughing, I held up my hands. “Wait. You think just because Bishop saw me half naked, he’s going to just…what? Forgive me?”
Bree shook her head. “Of course not, I’m not naïve. But what I do know is that he and Hunter will both fall asleep tonight thinking about you two. And I promise they’ll be thinking naughty, naughty things with their dicks in their hands.”
Willa covered her mouth and gagged. “Gross, that’s my brother!”
Greer pointed to Bree and laughed. “You are an evil genius, Candace is right.”
Arabella and I both exchanged a look.
Bree smiled. “Trust me, ladies, I know what I’m doing. I’m a lawyer, after all.”
“What in the world does that have to do with it?” Greer asked as her phone beeped. She picked it up and stared at it, then started to laugh. “Hudson asked if I was ‘available.’”
“He wants phone sex,” Candace said, and Bree nodded in agreement.
Greer huffed. “He does not…”
Her phone beeped again, and she gasped. “He wants phone sex! I’ll be right back!” she yelled, racing up the steps.
“Is she going to…?” Arabella let her question die off, clearly already knowing the answer.
Willa picked up a piece of cheese, tossed it in the air, then caught it in her mouth. She smiled. “Well, all I can say is, Aiden asked me to give him my outfit so I could wear it for him later.”
“I saw him sneaking it out of here!” Bree said with a laugh.
A series of small beeps sounded, and everyone looked around.
“That’s my phone,” Arabella said as she went over and grabbed it off the breakfast table. “I hope my folks are…” Her voice trailed off and her eyes grew wide. “It’s from Hunter.”