“That’s what I’m here for.” I raise myglass.
“I see you started the party without me.”Laura steps off the last stair, making her way over to us.
“They were trying to rile me all up aboutmy bun in the oven.”
“But I thought you weren’t telling anyoneuntil after the wedding.” Oh my freaking hell, do I love my best friend.
“I guess the cat’s out of the bag.” Iglance up at Cole, who does not find it one bit amusing. “Too far?”
“You’re going to kill me, you know that,right?”
“Sorry,” I try to keep a straight face,but I giggle at the end. “No more, I promise.”
“Thank you.” Cole breathes a sigh ofrelief, kissing me on the lips.
“Let’s get this party started.” Lauraraises the glass Kit has handed her.
Cole takes a glass. “To marrying the girlof my dreams,” he says, raising his glass.
“To getting kick ass drunk.” Coopersmiles.
“To a good time, with no incidents.” Lukeraises his glass.
“To getting lucky.” Kit wags hiseyebrows.
“To the happy couple.” Race tips hisglass toward me and Cole.
“To the best friend a girl could ever askfor.” Laura winks at me.
Everyone looks at me. “To friends andfamily who have my back no matter what. And to Mr. Hot Ferrari. I neverimagined this is where I’d end up when I got in your car, uh—what kind of carwas that again?”
“Cookie.” He growls, amusingly.
“Oh yeah, a Ferrari.” I raise my glass toeveryone, we clink glasses, all taking a sip. Well okay, I take a sip and allthe men, including Cole, drink until it’s gone. Laura and I just look at eachother and shrug.
“Okay, I have a gift for Kate.” Laurawalks to the table and pulls a small gift bag off of it.
“Oh boy, I don’t think I can handleanother gift.”
“Fine, I’ll open it for you.” She throwstissue on the ground and pulls out a black sparkly sash that says; ‘bride tobe’ and a plastic tiara.
“Oh cute,” I say as she hands them to me.
“You have to put them on,” Kit says,pouring another drink.
“What, you want me to wear them?”
“Yes, come here.” Laura yanks my arm andtakes the sash and tiara from me. “You are such a hooker sometimes.” She fitsthe tiara on and throws the sash over my head.
“Yeah, well, you’re a skank.”
She gives me a wicked smile. “Thanks forthe compliment.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Okay, let’s go get our wild thing on!”She grabs my hand, and we head up the stairs. The men follow us, and we allpile into the elevator, ready for a wild, crazy night.
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