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Not that I care or am counting.

Tess drives along. “The guys are at the house waitin’ for you. I think Grady plans on orderin’ pizza this afternoon, plus beer. He usually works until around four, but he’s getting done a little early today. You won’t be alone long, plus there’s the dog.” She squints as she goes over the information Grady plied her with. “Tomorrow, the fun begins. Lucas wants to go golfing, but Grady hasn’t gone in years, so he took a pass. You’re supposed to let them know if you want to join.”

All things Grady could have told me himself in a text but was too lazy to. Or too busy.

No matter.

I tip my seat back, reclining. “I’ll take a nap when I get there.”

This weekend isn’t about relaxing. It’s about cutting loose and having a fuck ton of fun. But to do that, I have to rest up! Since Grady is still working, I don’t have to hit the ground running.

“Thanks for pickin’ me up,” I lament. “I could have taken an Uber.”

Tess laughs. “As if Grady would allow that.” She sniffs. “It’s no problem. It’s not like I had anythin’ goin’ on today.”

“What are you doing while you’re home?”

She’s quiet while she turns on her blinker and waits for the left-hand arrow to turn green.

“Going to the bachelorette party, obviously. We’re all wearin’ white, and we’re all wearin’ veils. It’ll be extremely confusin’ at the honky-tonk.” She laughs.

“Is that where the bachelor party is?”

“I’m not sure if that’s where you’ll start, but I reckon that’s where you’ll end up.”

I reckon that’s where you’ll end up…

I lean into my seat and close my eyes for a few seconds. I haven’t heard a Texas twang since the last time I was home for the holidays, my brother’s not included.

It feels good.

Real good.

“I reckon we will.”

CHAPTER4

TESS

SHOUT OUT TO ALL THE SINGLE LADIES COMPLAINING ABOUT BEING SINGLE BUT NEVER WANTING TO GO OUT, JUST SITTING AT HOME, WAITING FOR MR. RIGHT TO BREAK INTO THEIR HOUSE.

Oh my god.

Having Drew Colter in my car was worse than I thought it would be. When I dropped him off at my brother’s and headed to my friend Miranda’s, I caught a whiff of his cologne. Shooting him a little wave when he leaned through the open window to thank me once again, I couldn’t help watching him walk to the house.

Those jeans.

That ass.

Shit.

I thought I was over this stupid crush!

I was.

I am!

Ugh.

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