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My brother’s friends hadn’t nicknamed her “wild card” years ago for nothing, and apparently, the nickname still fit. Because now all I could picture was Brody Mason’s dick, slathered in chocolate-flavoredlube.
Not that I’d ever seen Brody’s dick. But I had felt it up against me—hard and ready—enough times over the years, I had a pretty good idea of what he waspacking.
Roni grinnedtriumphantly.
“Um, no,” I mumbled. “I’mgood.”
“I also have peach,” she said. “They’resugar-free.”
“No,thanks.”
“Andstrawberry.”
I sighed and pointed toward the door. “Stillno.”
Roni rolled her eyes and said, “Boring.” Then she handed me a clean pair of shoes andstruttedout.
ChapterFour
Jessa
After dessert,Devi ran through the details of tomorrow’s wedding ceremony with me—and with Brody and Jude, who were also in the wedding party but had missed the rehearsal. Because of me. Which was horribly uncomfortable, since Brody was dead to me and all, which apparently meant he wasn’t talking to me or even acknowledging myexistence.
Fun.
At least I could thank God for small favors when I learned I wasn’t paired up with him in the wedding. He’d be escorting Katie’s sister, Becca, down the aisle, while I’d been paired upwithZane.
When that was done, Devi and Becca hustled all the ladies under thirty-five off to Jesse and Katie’s luxury cabin, which they’d decorated for Katie’s stagette. The cabin itself was huge, with a loft for the master bedroom and a wraparound deck—a weirdly fitting combo of rustic and posh, with exposed wood, giant windows, designer furniture and a giant, three-tiered deer antler chandelier, dripping with crystals, in the center. If Kanye West had a cabin in the great white north, this wouldbeit.
“Wow,” Roni remarked as she sauntered into the middle of the room and gazed up at the glittering chandelier. “There are alotof rubber dicks inthisroom.”
There were. Aside from the penis-shaped balloons that were dangling on ribbons from the chandelier, there was an anatomically-correct male blow-up doll laid out on the dining table, serving as a sushi platter, penis party trays filled with snacks, and penis drinking straws standing in the cocktail glasses alongthebar.
There was also a handsome gentleman with slicked-back hair and large, perhaps steroid-induced biceps, standing behind the bar in a sleeveless tuxedo shirt, mixingdrinks.
Devi rolled her eyes a little. “You can thank Beccaforthat.”
“You’re welcome,” Katie’s sister said. “I put myself in charge of penis-shaped partyfavors.”
“Katie’s just kissing her man goodbye,” Devi informed us, “which could take a while, obvs. When she comes in, the order of business is girl talk anddrinking.”
“And not necessarily in that order,” Beccaputin.
“Where’re the strippers, though?” Roni turned in a slow circle, like she expected a bunch of oiled-up, g-string-clad hunks to pop out of the woodwork any second. “Please tell me you gotstrippers.”
“Katie wants girl talk,” Devi said as she started handing out cocktails, “so that’s what we’re going to give her. Tomorrow will be a little difficult for her, so get yourselves lushed up and let’s make her feelthelove.”
Difficult?
Why would it bedifficult?
Before I could inquire about that, Roni asked, “Where’re the guysgoing?”
And I was glad she did, because it was kind of killing me that I didn’t even know where Brody was and Amanda most certainly did. She’d probably just kissed himgoodbye.
I glanced at her face, like I might see traces of him there, evidence of the kisses he’d given her only moments ago. She caught my eye andsmiled.
I tried tosmileback.
