“Oh, I see what you’re saying,” Charli said. “Are you asking about Coochie?”
Birdie gasped. “No! I meant Sugar.” She sighed. “Chad and Hokulani eloped, and Chet never got married. After Sugar claimed Kalani, I thought there would be talk of a wedding, but there wasn’t. It was an assumption I made—one I didn’t realize would disappoint me.”
“Oh, Birdie.”
“It’s fine,” she said dismissively. “Kalani would hate it.”
Charli chuckled. “Sure, she’d hate a traditional wedding, but she might go for something different—red dress, black bouquet, a blood-stained cake.”
“I don’t care if she has someone wheel her down the aisle in a coffin, as long as I get to see it,” Birdie said.
I left without them noticing me and walked across the street to Liquid Anarchy. Sugar was in his usual spot by the front door.
“We’re getting married,” I said.
“Okay.”
“Okay,” I huffed and turned to leave but turned right back. “Okay? Just like that? No argument?”
“Do you want me to argue or do you want to get married?”
“Both!” I shouted.
“Fine. We can get married and argue about it when I get off work.”
“Fine.” I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes. “I don’t like this … agreeability you’ve got going on.”
“Noted.” Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he yanked me to him and covered my lips with his. “We can argue about whatever you want later.”
“Yay!” I knew what that meant—angry hate sex. My favorite.
During the short walk back to the clubhouse, I had an idea for the perfect wedding present for Sugar. It was going to take a lot of work, so I had to enlist some help.
It was almost time!Sugar was in the bathroom waiting while I put on the new lingerie I bought for the occasion.
He had no idea how much time and effort I’d put into the gift. It took months of work, and he didn’t know a thing about it.
My heart pounded in anticipation while I watched the minutes tick by on my phone.
Charli:They’re here.
As I moved to stand by the bed, Sugar called through the door, “How much longer? It’s fucking hot in here.”
“Another minute or two. Take your shirt off if you’re hot.”
“Why do I let you talk me into shit like this?” he grumbled over the rustling of clothes.
Charli:Heading your way.
Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly in an attempt to rein in my excitement. I was ready.
When I heard the lock disengage, I opened my eyes and positioned myself so I could be seen clearly from the front door but would also be behind Sugar when he came out of the bathroom.
Bean came through the door first—dressed as an employee of Charli’s Place. He pushed the luggage cart into the room and stepped to the side so Joshua Kane could enter.
Joshua smiled when he saw me, seemingly pleased with himself. “I knew they were wrong. You’re not no motherfucking catfish. Damn, baby!”
Eww!
