“If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay, but what were people saying about you?” Lottie asks.

“Oh, that I was not skinny enough to be with someone like Ryot.”

“What?” Kelsey asks with such galled outrage that it makes me chuckle.

“It stung for sure. I’ve dealt with body issues my whole life, thanks to my mom, so yeah, it took a toll on me. But Ryot has made me feel sexy . . . always. He loves my body.”

“As he should, you’re hot,” Lottie says. “Your boobs alone are what dreams are made from.”

I chuckle and then nod at her. “Speak for yourself.”

She shimmies her boobs at me. “Huxley can’t get enough of them.”

* * *

“Ugh, we have to get going,” Kelsey says. “The rehearsal is in a few minutes.”

“No,” Lottie groans as she rests her head on the table. “I don’t want to leave. I like our new friend.”

“I like her too,” Kelsey says. “But JP won’t be happy if we aren’t at the rehearsal.”

“Have him walk down with the pigeon. You know Kazoo is who he really wants to marry anyway.”

“Kazoo?” I ask right before I hiccup. I cover my mouth, and we all laugh as I set down my finished wineglass. Yup, it’s official, I’m drunk.

“Kazoo is a pigeon JP is in love with,” Kelsey says while rolling her eyes. “The pigeon is great and all, but”—she leans forward—“I don’t see what the big deal is.”

“What are you ladies talking about?” JP asks as he walks up to Kelsey and presses a kiss to her neck. Her eyes widen right before she sinks into his touch.

“Nothing worth mentioning,” Kelsey says as she turns to face him. “Mmm, let’s get you out of your clothes.”

JP’s brow shoots up as he takes in his fiancée and all the empty glasses on the table. “Are you drunk?”

“No, are you?” Kelsey asks right before giggling.

“Wine is yummy,” Lottie says as she clings to a rigid Huxley. “I want to lick it off you.”

I watch as Huxley leans close to Lottie and grips her jaw while whispering something in her ear. She melts right in her chair, and immediately, just like that, I’m turned on. I can’t possibly sit here and watch these men command their women without getting jealous, without knowing there’s a man back in my hotel room waiting for me.

“You girls are in trouble,” JP says as he grips Kelsey by the waist. “How are we supposed to go through rehearsal?”

“Carry us down the aisle,” Kelsey says with a grin.

JP just shakes his head and kisses her.

“Well, I guess I’ll be letting you guys get to it,” I say as I slip off my tall chair and nearly hit the ground from my unsteady wine legs.

JP catches my arm right before I tumble all the way down. “Whoa, you okay?”

“Yup.” I stand tall. “Just a little wobbly.”