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“Yeah, maybe we should stay in and drink one, maybe two bottles of wine,” Brandee says.
“We could play board games,” Taeli recommends.
“Oh, I know. How about a Christmas movie marathon? We can put on comfy clothes, pop some popcorn, and just veg out,” Anna offers her input.
Ansley’s hand shoots up. “I like that idea. I vote for movie night.”
I roll my eyes. “Boring, but it is your night, so we’ll do what you want to do.”
“Thanks, I guess,” Ansley mutters.
“Now that that’s settled, everyone, go to your rooms and get your provisions for the night and meet back here. We’ll all go to the rehearsal and dinner together and say our good-byes to the boys,” I command.
“Who made her the boss of us?” Isley asks Jena.
“Ansley did when she made her maid of honor. The power has gone to her head,” Jena replies.
“Come on, girls. Get a move on,” I prompt.
Maxi stands and gives me a salute. “Aye, aye, Captain.”
The rehearsal goes off without a hitch. Well, one hitch.
I thought Sara-Beth was going to have a heart attack when the pastor asked if anyone had any objections and one of Garrett’s dumbass bandmates stood up and yelled, “What about me?”
Wish I had thought to do that.
Dinner is served immediately afterward, and once the dessert is finished, I snapped my fingers, and all the girls stand up.
“Kiss your guys good night, ladies,” I demand.
We all say our good-byes and leave them sitting around the tables, drinking whiskey.
I’m the last one in line as I follow the others out the door, and I pause and turn back to the room of men.
“One more glass apiece, and then you’d better all go to bed,” I warn.
They grin.
They’re not going to go to bed.
I can’t worry about them. Graham will have to fight that battle. My job tonight is to keep Ansley’s mind occupied and her mind offCountry Daily.
We all pile into her suite and change into our matching silk pajamas.
“Should we wait and put these on in the morning? What if we spill wine on them or popcorn butter?” Brandee asks.
“Shh,” I shush her.
“There will be no talk of accidents or spills or anything at all negative tonight. We’re all going to be adults and use napkins and carefully sip our drinks. Got it?” I whisper so Ansley doesn’t hear me.
“Got it,” they all agree.
There is a knock at the door, and I run over to let Sara-Beth and Leona in.
They are carrying platters of leftovers from the rehearsal dinner.
“We sent some with the boys but grabbed the sliders in case we got the munchies later,” Sara-Beth explains.
