“I know,” Naomi said, looking alarmed. “But while I know your and Clarke’s arrangement is very modern and all that, and I’m in full support, you can’t possibly be okay marrying one man in a couple weeks while sleeping with another?”

“Um—”

Claire gave Naomi a good-natured swat on the back of the head. “Would you quit being so slow today?”

This time, Naomi caught on quicker and threw her arms around Audrey. “Oh my God. You boned Clarke. Finally!”

“She’s so romantic,” Claire said, even as she smiled at Audrey over Naomi’s shoulder.

“We didn’t bone. We just… okay fine, we boned.” Audrey couldn’t help the grin.

“How many times?” Naomi asked, pulling back and picking up her water bottle.

“Um.” Audrey rolled her eyes toward the ceiling and tried to count. “Like nine times? Ten?”

“Damn, go you,” Claire said. “Since when?”

“Tuesday.”

Naomi spit out her water. “It’s Friday.”

“Yes, dear,” Audrey said, unapologetically pulling Naomi’s own scarf out of her purse and using it to mop water off the bridesmaid dress.

“You’ve had sex ten times since Tuesday?”

“Well, they are making up for lost time,” Claire said. “But, Audrey, is this… are you guys…”

Audrey sucked in a breath, then let it out. “I don’t know. I have no idea. It just sort of happened and it was good—”

“I bet it was really good.”

“Okay, it was really good. And then it happened again. And then again.”

“So now your marriage of convenience with your best friend to avoid the messy stuff involves sex. Isn’t that sort of…”

“Messy?” Audrey finished for Claire. “Yes. Do I have any idea what I’m doing? Not really. Do I want to stop the sex? No. Do I want to stop the wedding? No. What does that mean? No idea.”

“Oooh,” Naomi said. “This is a doozy. Okay, Claire, babe, let’s change out of these dresses. This conversation requires carbs. And possibly vodka.”

Audrey sank onto a chair as she waited for her friends to undress and hand the bridesmaid dresses over, taking them up to the front of the store so they could be pressed and picked up on the wedding day.

“Where’s Claire?” Audrey asked Naomi as her friend joined her.

“Bathroom,” Naomi said distractedly as she wandered over to a dress in the window and tilted her head to study it. A wedding dress, Audrey noted. She’d never known Naomi to show the least bit of interest in anything that had to do with weddings, except as it pertained to Audrey’s.

Interesting. And telling.

“It looks like you,” Audrey said casually, going to stand beside her friend, testing her theory. “I could never rock that white leather accent at the hem, but you absolutely could.”