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I watch his denim-clad muscular ass exit my front door.
“They don’t call them the Hott brothers for nothing,” Sonya murmurs, following my gaze, and I laugh.
She leads me into the kitchen, and I turn myself willingly over to her. She’s gentle and her hands are soft and vanilla scented, and I feel like I’m having a spa day in my own house.
Just as Sonya finishes my eyebrows and puts away her wax pot, two more women show up. One has shoulder-length multicolored hair and is wearing a miniskirt with fishnet stockings and a crocheted black vest over a long-sleeved black tee. “Reggie,” she says, shaking my hand. “I’m on hair.”
“I’m Bella,” says the other. She’s matronly and a little older than her companions, with silvery hair and a warm smile. “Makeup.”
I have to assume Reggie and Bella think Shane and I are together for real. So it’s time to be fully in character.
I focus on glowing. And looking giddy. As any woman should when she’s about to marry Shane Hott. It’s actually not difficult because I’m feeling warm and flushed and oddly happy.
“Should I start on hair?” Reggie asks Sonya.
Her brow creases. “Normally I’d say yes. But in this case I think hair’s going to be a messy bun, so we should get her dressed first.”
Outside, a car engine draws near. Bella goes to the window. “Shane’s back,” she says. “Give me the bag with his stuff. Do you have a guest room or something we could use?”
“Second door on the left once you’re up the stairs,” I tell her.
Sonya hands a shopping bag to Bella, who disappears. A moment later, I hear Shane’s rich, warm laugh, and footsteps pound up my stairs.
“What’s in Shane’s bag?” I ask.
“You’ll find out,” Sonya says with a laugh. “Bella and I made the rounds of all our friends’ houses this morning, and that bag is the fruit of our labors.”
I’m dying of curiosity.
Just then the doorbell rings again. The door swings open and Nia stands there.
“I’m here!” she announces.
“Excellent,” Sonya says.
“Sorry I’m late,” she tells me. “Sonya sent me on a mission, and it was surprisingly challenging.” She holds out a small blue plastic shopping bag, and Sonya takes it from her.
She dumps the contents onto the table, then tosses a scrap of fabric at me. My reflexes kick in and I catch it right before it hits me in the face. At first I think it’s a bra; then I realize it’s nominally a shirt. A tiny bandeau top, ivory floral, ruched and smocked and beyond adorable.
“What’s this?”
“Your top,” Nia says. “I went to four stores in Bend before I found it.”
“Wait, what?’
Sonya dumps the contents of the other shopping bag onto the kitchen table and tugs something free. “It’s to wear with these.”
She holds up something very…denim. “I wore these last year for Halloween.”
“What were you? A sexy mechanic?”
“I was Oriana,” she says with sheepish grin. “Last year. Reggie was Oriana the year before that.”
“Wait. You watched Bridge?”
“I love Bridge,” she says.
“Why didn’t you say something?”
