Page 30 of Wicked Pickle

I consider the location. There’s a satin bench that doesn’t appeal. A floral chair sits in front of a dressing mirror.

It’s so girly in here.

But footsteps in the hall make Symphony’s head snap up. “Who’s that?”

“Probably servers taking out food.”

But she’s alarmed. I can feel the tension in her body. “Dinner is over.”

“So, they’re cleaning up.”

But the door rattles.

Symphony launches from my arms in a wild leap fit for a rabbit. She grabs my arm and drags me behind an old-fashioned folding screen like in Victorian-era movie, where someone changes clothes behind it.

There’s a hushed giggle, then a voice we both know. Bailey. “Everybody’s going to notice we’re missing.”

Then Rhett. “They’re too busy dancing.”

I glance over at Symphony. Her eyes are squeezed shut.

I’m amused that the newlyweds had the same idea. I peer around the edge of the screen.

The room is dim, and they pass right by the pile of Symphony’s pink dress off to the side of the door.

Rhett lifts Bailey and flings her onto the satin bench, digging beneath a thousand layers of the wedding dress.

I look away and nudge Symphony.

“What?” she whispers. I can barely make her out in the dying light. It will be fully dark soon.

“They’re going to bang in here.”

“Right now? In the middle of their reception?”

I have to chuckle. “Looks like it.”

Bailey lets out a long moan.

“And sounds like it.” I chuckle again.

“Shhh,” Symphony hisses. “They’ll hear you!”

“I don’t think they’re going to hear anything over their own caterwauling.” The noise level is definitely rising.

Symphony bites her lip. She has her arms crossed over that luscious rack, not that it helps. She’s totally naked other than her shoes.

Bailey is really going after it. “Rhett! Rhett! Slam it! Slam it hard!”

Symphony and I exchange another glance. She laughs so hard she snorts, then claps her hand over her mouth.

It’s fun watching her try to keep it together.

“Fuck me like on the beach! Grind it in there!” That was Rhett.

I tilt my head at Symphony. “Beach?”

Symphony leans close, smelling of jasmine. “They got left on a private island during a cruise. They were alone for three days.”

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