“Ma’am. Please sit back down.” One of the officers saunters closer. “Are you Evelyn Harper?”
“Uh, yeah?” It’s then I turn to catch Kate’s guilty expression.She didn’t!Before I can open my mouth to scold her, he speaks again.
“Evelyn Harper. You have the right to remain seated and enjoy your last day of freedom. Anything you do or say willnotbe held against you when you walk down the aisle.”
Within moments, techno music blares from a handheld speaker box.Oh, right. The other “cop.”Both dancers make their way to the center of the small waiting room. Shirts fly off. Abs roll to the rhythm of the beat. The thrust of their hips syncs with the bass of the music.
Talented.
“Kate!” I scold as soon as I get the full attention of the lap dancer, but she only claps wildly, laughing as he backs up against me with his ass shaking.
“Enjoy this, Evie!” she shouts above the hip hop beat.
“I’m not sure I can!” I yell back.
The telltale sound of Velcro ripping makes me squeeze my eyes shut, but not before I get a glimpse of the banana shaped penis covered man thong, complete with flashing lights.
“Mayday! Mayday!” I cover my face and shout over the girls’ laughter.
“Evelyn, you’ve been a very naughty girl,” the stripper declares. I peek through my fingers as he gyrates over one of my legs, straddling my chair and doing more of the same.
“Kate Bryant, you are gonna pay for this!” I threaten, but that only makes Melissa, Carly, and her laugh harder.
“I already am.” Kate grins, and then points to the guy holding the speakers. “I’ll hold that. Why don’t you give our girl some double lovin’?”
I pretend to be put off, because really, I don’t need strippers at my party and I’m certain Tate won’t be keen on hearing about our activities. But part of me is relieved to see my friends’ smiles, and hear my sister’s genuine laughter. So, even though I’m the butt of it, I’ll take one for the team.
“Here.” Carly squeezes between the two dancers dry humping my legs and hands me a cup. “Drink up. It’ll make everything better.” She winks and takes a step back as the boys take their thrusting to another level, each grabbing one arm of the chair. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep your glass full.”
Bringing the champagne to my lips, I tip it to her retreating form. “Best sister-in-law ever.”
