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“Luke, what?—”
“You made a beautiful groom!” I cut him off with a laugh.
“Is that a condom?” one of our teenage cousins shouts a little too loudly.
“Marcus, shut your trap!” Jacob turns to snap at him, and I use the opportunity to slip away.
If Jacob wants to use condoms with his wife, that’s his deal. But only packing one… that’s rookie shit. It could break. You could want to fuck her in the morning. You could misplace one or have it stolen.
Really, he should be grateful I told him. He has time to find another one. Or three. This one isn’t special. And I know neither of them want kids yet, so it’s not like it’s sabotaged.
I lift a hand at one of my uncles before I set my empty glass on a table and keep walking.
Normally I wouldn’t be feeling it so much after two drinks. But that Perro Rabioso Whiskey hits, and I don’t drink that often, so my tolerance is low.
I have to wind around a few tables.
The dance floor, bar, and dinner tables are all on top of a large wooden platform that keeps us hovering a few inches above the sand.
It’s pretty, and the waves aren’t too far off in the distance.
My auntie tries to get my attention, but I pretend I can’t hear her.
She’s the one my mom lives with, and I know better than to stop. I lucked out with Mom staying home to watch Mr. Peter—they never leave the cat home alone, and it was Mom’s turn to stay back. If she’d have come and caught wind of me chasing a girl, she’d already have introduced herself and invited Natalie to Christmas.
Natalie.
With my eye on the prize, I step off the wooden platform onto thesand and start back toward the resort. Dim lights line the path, marking the way in the dark.
Earlier, Natalie mentioned that there were multiple locations for weddings. I have no idea where Natalie’s is, but the spot I’m at now is at the very end of the property. The path literally ends here, so she has to be this way.
Chapter 27
Natalie
“You look so pretty.”My aunt smiles with her wineglass lifted before her. “That dress issopretty.” She takes a sip. “Really pretty.”
“Thanks.” I accept her drunken compliment as I smooth my hands down the skirt of my dress.
The lightweight material is peacock green with wide straps and a plunging V-neck. The empire waist is elastic, so there are no zippers, which is great. And the floor-length skirt has pockets.
“Here.” My aunt grabs a drink from a passing server and hands it to me.
I should say no.
This isn’t my first.
But the best thing about the reception is these custom cocktails. And since I don’t know what’s in them to recreate them, I might as well have another.
The fruity rummy drink slides down my throat, and my belly heats with each swallow.
I shouldn’t get drunk tonight.
Or at least I shouldn’t getmoredrunk tonight. Because I want to see Luke.
I want to see him, and I want to sleep with him.
I dig my teeth into my lower lip.
