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“Yup, that's me. Total winner.” She winks at me then wriggles a little, getting comfortable.
She lifts her phone, peeking at me one last time before concentrating on her screen. I turn back to mine, scrolling past the leopard rug, looking for something that will make Sage happy. She wriggles her toes back under my thighs, digging them in a little, getting comfy and I hope that it takes me all fucking night to find the perfect rug because this right here? This is every fucking thing to me.
Chapter Ten
Sage
“You alright?” Dex’s voice breaks me out of my thoughts as he stares down at me, brow furrowed.
“Yeah, Prez, I’m fine,” I reply with a tight smile.
Dex watches me a little, before sighing and taking a seat on the recliner next to the couch I’m on. “Wanna try that again?” His brow kicks up and now I feel like a little kid being told off by the principal. So I cross my arms and don’t say shit. He rolls his lips, then settles into the recliner a little deeper.
My eyes narrow at him, and he smiles back. Ugh. “Fine. I just feel restless. The cabins have had their makeovers. They’re ready and waiting for guests but we aren’t any closer to shutting down Ashfall. I haven't seen Nathaniel since that one time at the BBQ Shack. It’s been almost three weeks. Damian is being supersecretive about the meetings he’s been going to and I just want to get this all over with.”
He nods. “I get it. It sucks. That is why I’ve asked Loyal and Joe to arrange a little bit of fun for you. Damian wasn't supposed to be involved, but when he heard what was going on he and Justice jumped on board. Just, don’t go buck wild.” He hits me with a stern look and I frown.
“Buck wild?”
“Buck wild,” he repeats, standing from his recliner and giving my shoulder a squeeze on his way past.
“Well, that was weird,” I mutter to myself.
I try to settle back into the funk I was in, but now I’m intrigued. If whatever is going on has Damian involved then it could be a good thing, or a very bad thing. Or it will be something doggy.
“Oh Sage,” Loyal sings as she walks through the clubhouse doors.
“Oh Loyal,” I sing back.
She has a wide smile on her face, and my eyes narrow when I read what’s written on the sparkly sash she’s wearing.
“Oh no. No, nope, hell no -”
“Stop being a party pooper, girl. We got balloons, we got these sash things, we got straws with teeny tiny peckers on ‘em,” Joe lists excitedly. “Look how red Justice gets when he drinks out of them!” She crows, pointing to Justice who rolls his eyes and then obligingly takes a sip to illustrate Joe’s point.
“It just feels so wrong,” he mumbles around the tiny peen.
“Look! I got two!” Loyal says, crossing her eyes so she can look down at the two dick straws she has on either side of her mouth. Nell stands there unsure whether to be amused or horrified.
“We also have Pin the penis on the Chef, a giant inflatable penis that we’re all going to ride like a bucking bronco-” Joetakes a deep breath, “and your mom is here!” She squeals and I jerk upright as the doors are pretty much kicked in.
“We’re heeeeere!”
“Mom!” I yell like a little kid, and run across the room into the arms of my mom.
She wraps me up so tight and all feels right in my world. “You think I’d miss your bachelorette party? Shit, you think we’d miss your wedding?”
“What are you talking about, we don’t even have a date for that.”
Mom pushes me to arms length, staring at me. “What the hell are you talking about? Your wedding is tomorrow. Chewy’s sent out the invites and everything.”
“What!?” I screech.
My mind is spinning. That can’t be right. I would have known if I was getting married tomorrow. Right? Wracking my brain, realization settles. I’ve been so busy plotting what I’m about to do, and working at the BBQ Shack, that I think I clean forgot what the date was.
“Chef!” Mom yells, clearly demanding an audience.
He strides strong and steady from wherever he’s been. He’s moving so much better now that his stitches are fully healed. “Hey Blanche, looking good,” he says. Ugh, he’s so smooth.
