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After I find my release, crying out their names as I finish, I get myself nice and clean. Standing in front of my closet in nothing but a towel, I’m struck with the thought that I have nothing to wear. There’s a good chance the guys will be there, so I need to look better than I did yesterday. Trudy is definitely going to be in something extravagant. I’m sure Monica and Leonore will wear equally obnoxious dresses that look out of place even at a fancy restaurant.

Sighing, I pick a baby blue floral dress that I love and climb into it. I pair it with white flats to complete the look.

Standing in the mirror, I examine myself. I love this dress because it’s tight in the bodice, but loose around my stomach and hips. It falls just above my knee, showing off my legs. The guys liked my curves enough last night, and this dress accentuates them way more than the purple one ever could. It’s the best I can do on short notice. If I’d known there would be three sexy guys at the wedding, I would have bought something nice. Instead, I’m wearing the dress I wore to an opera last year. Trudy insisted that I join her down in Atlanta when Herbie had an unexpected work issue to deal with. The opera was fun, but ultimately not my thing.

Hopefully, Trudy doesn’t notice that I’m repeating outfits. I have no doubt she will, but she probably won’t say anything in front of everyone. That’s what matters most.

After one quick twirl, I decide it’s good enough. Checking my alarm clock, I see that it’s already five minutes after brunch was supposed to start. Shit! Trudy is going to kill me for being late.

I gather my purse and my phone and head out the door. My heart is beating rapidly, but it’s not because I’m nervous about being late. It’s pure anticipation.

I’m hoping the guys are at brunch.

And I’m hoping they look at me the way they looked at me last night.

9

Tanner

Ihit the button on the hotel coffee maker and wait while it struggles to fill my mug. Small-town Georgia means small-town luxuries, and we were lucky enough to get the executive suite at the only hotel in Boone. It took some bribery, but we convinced them to kick out the guy who originally booked it so we could stay here.

The coffee maker sputters to a stop. I take a sip of the dark liquid. It’s bitter and already tastes a little stale, but it’ll do the trick.

After all, coffee is a necessity given my current daze. I hardly slept last night. I was too busy thinking about Kendall and how amazing she tasted. I can’t get the sound of her falling over the edge out of my head.

Even though I already took care of myself once this morning, my cock hardens in my boxers. It’s going to be a long day if just thinking about Kendall puts me in an embarrassing situation.

I flip on the TV in the living room. I got up early to work out in the hotel’s mediocre gym. The other guys are probably in their rooms catching up on work emails. We have a couple of hours until we’re supposed to go to brunch, and I may as well enjoy some entertainment until they’re up.

The whole thing is ridiculous. Shouldn’t Trudy and Herbie want to spend their entire day in bed? Why would they want to have brunch with the wedding party?

At least Kendall will definitely be there. She was Trudy’s maid of honor, so she’s required to attend. Which means we get to stare at her for a few more hours. Good.

There’s nothing on TV and thinking about Kendall is causing some problems, so I return to my room and check my work email. Being a CEO means there are over a hundred unread messages waiting for me, and these are just the ones that came in since three in the morning when I finally went to sleep.

I file away the ones that aren’t important and answer the ones that are. There are always fires to put out when you’re in charge. Someone knocks on my door.

“Come in.”

Trace stands in the doorway, dressed in a button-down and slacks. Herbie told us that brunch was semi-formal, and if I had to guess, I’d say Trudy put him up to that. Even when he’s in his mayoral office, Herbie likes to dress comfortably.

“You almost ready?”

I glance at the clock. I’ve been answering emails for over an hour now.

“Yeah, let me just throw on some clothes.”

He nods and leaves the room. I find a crisp white shirt, and for bottoms, I go with my loosest fitting dress pants. I have a feeling I’ll need the extra space with Kendall around. In the living room, Tag and Trace are on the couch watching some infomercial while they wait for me.

“Yo, you took a long time getting dressed, my man,” Trace drawls. “Trying to look good for our girl?”

I harrumph with annoyance.

“Whatever. You ready to go? Do either of you know where this place is?”

Tag shrugs.

“This town has one stoplight, so it can’t be that hard to find.”