Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Finally,” Stone says. “We were standing here forever.”
“We got here two minutes ago.” Ryleigh smacks his abs. “And you were like ‘ewww, they’re probably doing it.’” She looks at him. “It.” She tries not to laugh at the word he was using but can’t help it, and all he can do is glare at her.
“She’s my sister,” Stone defends, and then Romeo comes over and slaps his shoulder.
“Not so fun anymore, big guy?” He shakes his head, going to grab Gabriella’s hand.
“If it makes everyone feel better,” I say, stepping out, “we weren’t doing it.”
“Yeah,” Nash adds, “we did it in the shower before you guys got here.” I gasp, ripping my hand out of his while the girls all laugh and the guys literally look in front of them. “Baby.” He wraps his arm around my shoulders as we follow the rest of them toward the lobby, where there will be golf carts ready to take us to one of the local bars. “We’re on our honeymoon. Everyone knows we’re doing it.” The way he says it makes me laugh and shake my head.
“They can think. They don’t have to know,” I say softly, and he just shrugs.
“Where is Abigail?” I turn, asking where my cousin is. She was the one who was dying to go out.
“Passed out in her bed from drinking all day. Tristan tried to wake her up, but she told him to do it again,” Gabriella says, laughing.
When we get to the lobby, I’m shocked that most of my cousins and their significant others are waiting there for us. “I thought you guys were opting out,” I tell my cousins Michael and Dylan, who are standing side by side wearing the same outfit, matched with the same scowl.
“Your fault,” they both say at the same time.
“It’s like their wedding reception,” Michael mimics his wife, who glares over at him.
“This isn’t our wedding reception.” I turn to Jillian and Alex, who are standing together with Jillian’s twin, Julia.
“Yeah,” Nash agrees, “our wedding reception will be bigger. Probably next year.”
I swear my head whips around so fast I would think it’s going to roll off. “What?”
“Oh, trouble in paradise already?” Christopher teases, joining us, holding Koda’s hand in his, her new engagement ring on her finger. “You can’t do it next year. We’re getting married.”
“Wow,” Koda says. “Good to know.”
“Then this winter break, I guess,” Nash voices.
“There is no reception.” I walk over to a golf cart and get in. “And tonight can be Koda and Christopher’s engagement party.”
“No way,” Christopher says, “that’s next week.”
“What?” Koda snaps.
“It’s nothing big.” He tries to blow it off. “Besides, we’re all here, and my parents want to do it. If you don’t want it, go tell them.” He motions toward the hotel.
“Oh, trouble in paradise already, buddy?” Nash slaps his shoulder while he walks over to the golf cart and sits next to me. His hand goes on my knee.
“Can we go?” someone asks as we all get into the golf carts.
We get to the bar in less than five minutes, and I need a drink by the time I get there. During the whole ride over, he’s had his hand on my knee, but he’s been moving his fingers lightly back and forth, sometimes going higher than he should but then moving back down again.
A long table is set up for us. We all grab our seats, and the margaritas are already coming out and being served. “Okay, okay,” Grace, Caine’s wife, says from in front of me, grabbing her own drink. “I have so many questions, and Caine said I can’t ask them.” She smirks at him. “But he’s not the boss of me, so I have to know.”
“Oh, we should all ask them one question.” Zara looks at Grace as if they’ve discovered America. “Good idea.”
“I’ll go first,” Sofia, my cousin Matthew’s wife, says from beside Zara. “How long were you two dating?”
I swear, my family has never been quiet in their lives. Not once have you been able to sit down at a dinner and hear your own thoughts. Now, suddenly, in the middle of this bar-slash-restaurant, every single fucking mouth is shut, and all eyes are on Nash and me. He puts his arm around my chair. “Um…” I say, looking at him and seeing his smirk. “Um…” I have to laugh because the answer is ridiculous, even for me. “Ten minutes, maybe? I don’t even think.”
“Hold on.” Stone slaps the table and holds up his hand. “You guys weren’t dating?”
“When did you think they were dating?” Christopher looks over at him. “She was dating Jarod like a month ago.”
“I think his name is Jordan,” Dylan chimes in, then looks at his wife, Alex, who shakes her head. “Jacob?”
“Nope,” she replies, taking a sip of her margarita and smiling, “not even close.”