Page 79 of Bridesmaid Undercover
What are the fucking chances of Maple and Everly showing up to be the two girls we needed on our team?
Slim. Very fucking slim.
Not sure how the universe planned it this way, but I’ll take it.
I was just planning on doing some bowling tonight, enjoying some company with the guys, eating some pizza…but now…now there’s an opportunity presented to me, and I’m going to snatch it up.
“Did everyone meet each other?” Timothy says as he approaches with a tray full of more drinks.
“We did,” Sven says. “The girls actually know Hardy.”
Timothy glances over at me. “Really?”
Sven leans in with a smile in his voice. “Hardy and Maple used to date.”
“Wait, seriously?” Timothy asks.
“Back in college,” I say. “Now we’re in a wedding together—our friends from college are getting married, and Everly is helping with the planning.”
“Wow.” Timothy smirks. “Shit, I had no idea. Is, uh…is everyone good?”
“We’re good,” Maple says as she places her hand on Timothy’s shoulder.
Don’t like that.
Keep your hands to yourself, Maple…or on me.
“Perfect,” Timothy says. “If anyone needs to go to the bathroom, maybe go now because once we start, the league likes to keep the games moving.”
“I should go,” Maple says. “Do you need to go, Everly?”
“I’m good,” she says.
“Okay.” Maple looks around. “Where are the bathrooms?”
“I’ll show you,” Timothy says, guiding her away from us.
Once they’re at a good enough distance, I turn to talk to Everly, but she’s right next to me before I can even look for her. “Henrietta,” she whispers while Sven and Mario are testing the balls they picked. “I’m sweating.”
I chuckle. Okay, not what I was expecting her to say. “Why?”
“Uh, because you’re here.”
“Do I make you nervous, Plum?”
Her brow creases. “No, but this is unexpected. This is outside of our plan. We were looking for a slow transition, not a full-on foray into hanging out.”
“Says the girl hanging out with my ex. When did you become friends?”
“Very quickly,” she says with her chin held high. “She’s pretty cool and promised a good time—and possibly the chance to meet some people. Also, I’m doing this for you, to talk you up if I get a chance.” She looks me up and down. “When have you ever thought about bowling? You don’t seem like the bowling type.”
“And you do?” I ask on a laugh. “I think this is the first time I’m ever seeing you in leggings. I didn’t even know that you owned them.”
“Of course I own leggings. My God, Hardy.”
I chuckle. “Sorry, but all I ever see you in are professional clothes with your hair tied back in a bun.”
She grips the low bun that rests at the nape of her neck. “It’s an easy hairdo.”
