Page 75 of Jonny’s Redemption

“You have no idea. By the next time you see me I’ll be all glammed up and you won’t even recognize me.”

“You know, I could make a joke about getting some strange—”

“I wouldn’t joke with a tired, starving, hot pregnant woman if you wanna keep your testicles where they are.”

“Good luck, baby,” Chasin wisely said then looked over at Jonny and dipped his chin.

“I got her,” Jonny assured Chasin.

Goodbyes were shouted, men kissed women, hugs were given, more kissing, and freaking finally people started piling into SUVs.

“Is it just me or did this go a lot faster when it was just me and you?” I asked Evie.

“Faster, yes. Better, no.”

I squinted at my friend and pouted, “Are you telling me I wasn’t good company?”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m telling you,” Evie teased. “That and with all the kids on the plane making noise, I no longer have to listen to you snore.”

Those were fighting words.

“I don’t snore,” I snapped.

“Someone’s touchy.” Evie turned to Jonny. “Tell her she snores.”

“I do not,” I protested. “Tell her she’s crazy, Jonny.”

“You totally do,” Evie pushed.

“Baby?” Jonny called and my gaze went to him. “I’ve never heard you snore, though you do mumble in your sleep. Now can we please get into the car before someone sees Evie?”

“Sure,” I chirped and smiled at Evie.

“Bobby?” I looked back at Evie and she gave me her, I’m-a-kickass-country-star smile. “Love you, chickie, and because I know shit’s gonna get crazy as soon as we get into the car and you glue your phone back to your ear—couldn’t do this without you.”

“Love you, too.”

“Jesus,” Jonny muttered.

I took in the suite and laughed. It looked like a bomb had gone off.

Evie was dressed and ready. Chasin had shown and it was go-time.

“It takes a lot to transform Evie into Vivi Rush,” I told Jonny.

“Baby.”

“Huh?”

“That dress?”

Oh.

He noticed.

“This ol’ thang?”

“Jesus,” he repeated and tagged me around the waist. “Do not under any circumstances bend over.”