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Henry shakes his head, thumbs in our direction. “These two? Are you kidding? Only place they did it more than your bed was Harley’s poor car—”
Magnolia swings her clutch at Henry’s head to shut him up.
We finally (finally) pull up to the venue and it’s probably the happiest I’ve been in years.
Parks with my family like no time has passed.
Dad taps me on the chest. “I’m assuming you’ve got a plan here?”
I nod at him once. “I’m playing for keeps.”
He gives me a little wink. “Good man.”
I offer Parks my hand to help her out of the car. She takes it without a second thought and then keeps holding it for no reason. See it dance across her face, remembering that we’re ‘friends.’ She stares at her hand in mine for a few seconds, laughs uncomfortably before taking it back.
Shake my head a bit, mostly at myself, because what the fuck am I doing?
“Do you do that with your friends?” she whispers to me as we walk inside. “What we were doing in your room?”
I give her a look. “No.”
“Oh—” Her eyebrows go tall. “How interesting.”
“God, you’re disgusting,” Bridget says, frowning at Magnolia. “Who looks like that?”
“The exquisite woman who put you in that pink, silk, belted-waist, V-neck gown from Carolina Herrera.” Magnolia gives her a curt smile.
Bridget lifts the skirt of her dress to flash me her shoes. Pink Air Jordans. Magnolia’s eyes catch mine and I beam at her. Deep cut shit for us, her sister in trainers.
“How’s it going being friends then?” Bridget asks us, pretending to be bored. She takes a big sip of her wine and Henry tosses an arm around her.
“Yeah guys.” He grins. “How’s it going being friends?”
Bridge looks up at him. “What are you being smug about?”
“Oh, nothing—” Parks swats her hand. “Lil walked in on me and BJ nearly having sex, but the moment’s passed and we’re back to strictly platonic.”
Magnolia bats her eyes at me.
Bridget squints. “How nearly?”
Parks squints as she thinks. “Hint of—”
“—Don’t say penetration.” Henry shakes his head. “Do not say it.”
“Penetration,” Magnolia says just to spite him.
Flashes him a smug smile.
My brother pretends to dry heave.
“Vintage you two. Maserati vibes. Nice.” Bridget nods.
“You two love an almost, don’t you?” Henry sighs.
“How much did Lily see?”
“Oh, look—” I pluck two champagnes from the tray of a waiter, pass one to Parks and down mine quickly. “More than you want your mum to see, without a doubt.”
