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“Hump day? Damn, where did Ry go?”
Lauren twirled her drumstick through her fingers twice before it fell and rolled under the bed. She dropped to the floor and reached under for her stick. “Dammit. How does he make it look so easy?”
Denver yawned. “Mal’s been playing with his stick since birth.”
Lauren peeked over the top of the mattress, her smile wide. “That’s terrible, and yet probably true.” She came up with a cherry-red rope with a Velcro strap on one end. “Whoa. Not my stick.”
Denver snatched away their latest acquisition and stuffed it into the drawer in her bedside table.
“What else is down here?”
“Lo!”
“Okay, okay.” Lauren waggled her stick before bouncing on Denver’s bed one more time. “It’s dress day!”
“Oh, no. No way.” Denver rolled over and burritoed herself into her sheets and pulled her pillow over her head. There was no way she was going to a shop full of girlie things with horrifying words like silk, tulle, and satin. No, thank you.
Lauren pulled the pillow off her head. “Come on. It’s not going to be that bad.”
“I’m not going to walk down the aisle looking like abominable snowbeast!”
“Maybe we shouldn’t have watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding last weekend.”
Thank God she didn’t have a huge family to worry about. In fact, she was contemplating eloping. She was almost positive she could get Ryan onboard with that. He was prepared to hustle her down the aisle with a shotgun.
It wasn’t like she didn’t want to get married. She wiggled her fingers in the diffused sunshine of her room. The ruby and diamond ring sparkled no matter the angle.
No, that part wasn’t the problem at all. She just didn’t know what the rush was all about. She wasn’t going anywhere, he wasn’t going anywhere, and they were preparing for a national tour in less than a month. The timing for this wedding was beyond impractical.
Lauren smacked her butt with the pillow. “Get up. We’re going.”
Denver pressed her nose into her pillow. Maybe she could suffocate herself. That was totally a way to get out of it.
Lauren rolled Denver onto her back. “No, you can’t get out of it by blacking out from oxygen deprivation.”
Denver slapped her mattress. “You found me out.”
Lauren sailed out of the room, leaving the door open. “Elle is picking us up in ten minutes. Chop, chop.”
Knowing her crew, ten minutes meant a “girl” ten minutes, which meant she had time for a shower. She stood under the punishing needles of hot water for precisely eight minutes before she stepped out and dried off. She slathered herself in lotion until she felt awake enough to attempt her day of girl time.
Sweet Jesus save her.
Ten minutes later, Elle was honking her horn outside. “Yo!”
Lauren peeked around the door to Denver’s bedroom. “Oh, I have this for you, too.” She threw a white T-shirt at Denver with a bold pink “Bride” emblazoned across her chest.
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nbsp; Denver tossed it back at her. “That’s a hell no.”
“Elle made it for you.”
“Low blow, Bryant.” Lauren knew Denver couldn’t diss a gift from her maid of honor. “Dammit.” Denver wiggled out of her comfortable Henley and tugged the T-shirt on. “God, kill me.”
She trudged her way through the living room. Ryan and West were sitting on the couch, game controllers in hand. Gunfire and explosions erupted from the screen and reverberated around the room thanks to their surround sound.
“Can’t you save me from this?”
