Page 155 of Neighbors With Benefits

“As tempting as that sounds, no,” I replied. “It would be embarrassing to get kicked off a flight on the way to my sister’s wedding.”

It still felt strange to say that.My sister’s wedding. I never thought Amy would settle down. She was one of the most fiercely-independent people I knew, never making plans and always preferring to do things alone. The fact that she was getting married made me feel older. Like one phase of our lives had ended and a new one was beginning.

But as I looked over at Jazz? The future wasn’t a terrifying unknown. It was full of hope.

“I’m always down,” Bash told Jazz eagerly. “Just say the word and I’ll meet you in the bathroom.”

My seat rocked from a kick. “Please keep it down,” Dante said from behind. “Some of us are trying to relax.”

“That was Bash,” I complained. “Not me.”

“Your seat is the only one I can kick. Please pass the message down to him.”

The captain announced that we were beginning our descent, and then I saw the long stretch of sandy beach marking the Yucatan Peninsula. We landed, collected our bags, and then took a private car to the resort. As soon as we got out of the vehicle, a white-clad resort employee greeted us with a tray of champagne glasses.

“I like this place already,” Jazz said as the four of us toasted.

“JAZZY WAZZY!” came a screech from inside the resort lobby. In a white summer dress and a matching hat the shape of a giant Pringle chip, Cat came running outside to greet us. “You’re here!”

“I like the sash,” I said, idly fingering the white “BRIDE TO BE” sash draped diagonally across her chest. “Is my sister wearing one, too?”

Cat gave me a look. “You think Amy would wear this? In public?”

“Good point.”

“Cool place,” Dante said.

“This place isn’tcool. It’samazing. The entire staff knows we’re getting married tomorrow. They’ve been treating me like the Queen of Cancun!” She gestured over her shoulder. “See that woman back there? She’s like my private servant. She’s been following me around since I got here. Anything I want, she gets me! Even if I don’t ask!”

The woman in question approached and said, “Another mimosa, Ms. Cat?”

“That would be amazing!” Cat replied. As soon as the woman was gone, Cat pointed and said, “See? She knew I wanted another mimosa before I did! It’s about time someone treated me the way I deserve. All of you should take notice.”

“Can’t wait for you to be my sister,” I said with a shit-eating grin.

She flipped me off, then we both laughed and hugged.

“You can’t be mad at me,” I said. “You owe me.”

“I do?”

“I introduced you to your wife.”

Cat rolled her eyes. “How long are you going to milk that?”

“Probably for the rest of your life,” Jazz chimed in, sliding a hand around my waist. “Or until you get divorced.”

Amy came walking outside then. “I can assure you that will not happen.” She was dressed more subdued than her soon-to-be wife, with baggy linen pants, a bikini top, and a sheer black cover-up.

“No divorce,” Cat agreed, holding Amy’s hand. “We have an agreement. If we ever get to the point of wanting a divorce, one of us will just murder the other one instead.”

“Less paperwork,” Amy smiled.

The two of them smiled at each other and shared a kiss.

Jazz threw herself into their arms and started sniffling. “I can’t believe you’re getting married, Cat!”

“Are you crying?”

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