Page 211 of Wild Card
All men chuckle and my skin heats. “Talon! It was a bachelorette party and you weren’t supposed to be there. Much less video!”
He leans down and skims his lips across my neck. “Sorry I ruined that dress when we got home.”
He’s not even close to sorry.
“Meet you in the back.” Ace knocks on the counter.
The guys file out, leaving me with Talon, who’s much more relaxed.
“Proud of you, Princess.”
“Bex and Lucas passed, too, and declared a weekend off.”
“Fair enough.”
“We have Wyatt’s game tomorrow morning. Do you think…” I trail off, not wanting to give up my time with Talon, but also wanting to give my best friend some time with my brother. “Do you think Wyatt can spend the night tomorrow night?”
“Absolutely.”
“He won’t be a bother, I promise.” He shuts me up with a kiss.
“Beautiful, he’s welcome. I’ll plan it.”
“You don’t plan for a five-year-old. You just hang out.”
He eyes me with mocked horror. “We have a reputation to uphold here. No boring sleepovers.”
A thrill runs down my spine, thinking about our first weekend. “No sex with my nephew in the house!”
“Mmhmm.” He lets me go and rips his shirt over his head. “See you in a while.”
My mouth salivates as he leaves.
Will I ever get over seeing him almost naked?
Nope, the answer is instantaneous. I’ll be ninety years old and still think about his body.
As soon as the security system dings with them leaving, my phone rings.
“Meet me at Harley’s.” Rowan’s voice is hushed.
“Honey, I think you need?—”
“I know about Max. Don’t say another word. Get to Harley’s, bring Wolf and Mack… We’ll convene there.” The line goes dead and I do a double-take to my phone.
Convene?
Convene about what?
Was that fear in her voice?
I haven’t known Rowan long, but she’s never been particularly high-maintenance. Not once has she shown any anxiety about her wedding plans.
But finding out one of your groomsmen isn’t able to attend a week before could put anyone on edge.
I shove my phone in my pocket, whistle for the dogs, and head out to the golf cart. They pile in the front with me, panting with excitement at our outing.
When we pass the last remaining empty lot on Holmes Court, I slow to a stop. My heart and stomach flutter with excitement, picturing the home that will take residence soon.
