“Oh. My. God.” Jenny laughed right along with them, and Hope couldn’t help but join in, even though she hadn’t felt like laughing in days.

Each of the women chimed in, sharing their significant others’ reaction to hearing there would be strippers.

“Mac said he’s going to dust me for prints when I get home,” Maddie said to more hysterical laughter.

“You guys are so bad,” Jenny said, though she was obviously and thoroughly amused.

Sydney came into the room holding a piece of paper and a bag of money. “Has everyone placed their bets?”

“What bets?” Jenny asked.

“On how long it’ll take them to crash tonight,” Sydney said. “We’ve still got a few spots open, but most of the earlier guesses are taken.”

“You people are diabolical,” Hope said, making sure to smile so they knew she was joking.

“You have no idea what we’ve been through with them,” Janey Cantrell said.

“They crash everything we do,” Abby Callahan added. “Everything.”

“We’ll never, ever admit that we actually like that they crash,” Grace Ryan said. “Because then they’d be totally out of control.”

“Unlike now?” Stephanie McCarthy asked.

“Worse than now,” Maddie said.

“We can’t have that,” Laura Lawry said. “They’re already totally full of themselves.”

“Who had the stripper idea?” Jenny asked. “It’s brilliant.”

All eyes went to Maddie, spurring more laughter.

“What?” Maddie asked. “It’s always Mac’s idea to crash, so I figured it was time to take back girls’ night out. I never expected they’d freak out to the level that they did.”

“Really?” Laura asked, her brow lifted in amusement. “You thought they’d be fine with it?”

“I knew Mac would have something to say, but I didn’t think he’d flip his lid.”

“Blaine lost his mind,” Tiffany said, “but it led to some of the hottest sex we’ve ever had.”

“And that’s saying something,” Maddie added, raising her glass in a toast to her sister.

“Yes, it is,” Tiffany said.

“Jenny needs a drink!” Janey said. “What kind of bachelorette party is this?”

“Sad to say none for me,” Jenny said. “I’m on new stuff for my allergies, and it doesn’t mix well with alcohol.”

“Oh damn,” Abby said. “That’s a bummer.”

“Double or nothing, ladies,” Sydney said. “If your guy is the first one through the door, you have to double the pot.”

Jenny reached for the paper Sydney still held. “Well, I want to place my own bet on how long it’ll take Alex to get here once he hears y’all are having strippers.” She filled in a square and tossed a five into the bag of money.

“You aren’t disappointed we didn’t really get strippers, are you?” Sydney asked.