Page 103 of Never In My Wildest Dreams
“Yes. So fun.” Her blue eyes sparkled. “And adult onesies.”
Everyone burst out laughing.
“I would totally wear that,” Noa said. “And we’ll need blankets and pillows.”
“You should see her man cave.” Ginty turned his attention to Booker. “It’s got a pool table, bar, darts, card tables.”
“Ooh, amancave.” Noa rolled her eyes. “Better stay away from there. Might chip a nail playing pool.”
“And you know my girlish aim,” Hellcat said. “I might throw a dart right at a man’s package.”
“How about we call it a game room?” Booker asked, smiling.
“Call it what you want, but we’ll be making good use of it,” Ginty said.
Margot got up. “I’m making coffee. Who wants some?” Hands went up, and she counted. “Got it.”
“All right, moving on,” Booker said. “For the joint bachelor and bachelorette party, what about a paintball competition?”
“Yes.” Noa clapped her hands. “Girls against boys.”
“You remember my teammates will be here, right?” Ginty asked.
“You remember that Lor and I went from absolute nobodies to powerhouses in the music industry, right?” Noa asked.
Ginty sighed. “So, you guys won’t be wearing skimpy halter tops and booty shorts?”
“Ginty!” Laughing, Noa whacked him.
“He’s not wrong,” Hellcat said. “I once had a snowball fight with a hockey player, and he destroyed me. He had no mercy.” She gave Booker a secret grin, and fireworks went off in his chest.
He remembered that fight. He remembered what happened after.
He remembered everything.
A little hand patted his thigh. “Mister?”
He looked down to find Stevie handing him a small red kid cup. “Yes?”
“Coffee, pease. Wif mashmallow.”
He looked around the table and found everyone watching him with amused expressions.
“Stevie likes to drink coffee with us,” Hellcat said. “Hers comes in the powder form in a little packet.”
Ah. Hot chocolate. “You want me to make your coffee?”
The little girl nodded, her abundant curls bouncing.
“How about you finish your breakfast first?” Hellcat asked.
“I not hungry.”
“If you’re not hungry, then you don’t have room in your tummy for coffee.”
The little girl looked from her mom to Booker, clearly hoping he’d side with her.
He took her little spoon, cut a wedge of strawberry, and scooped some oatmeal. “Let’s compromise. How about you take three bites?” He held it out to her.
