Page 125 of Pucking Sweet

“Or those rockin’ bods,” Giselle calls out.

Several of the girls laugh, clinking their glasses with Giselle.

“Ignore her. She’s drunk,” says Maggie.

“We’re all drunk!”

Lemon still looks confused. “Wait, I thought Poppy said you had a game tonight, and that’s why you couldn’t come party with us.” She looks around, hopeful. “Are there more of you?”

Lukas laughs, kissing my cheek. “Popsicle, did you lie to your sister and her friends so you could keep us all to yourself?”

Violet and Olivia glare at me. A warm feeling of triumph settles in my core as I hold their gazes. Slowly, I lift Colton’s hand to my lips, giving it a gentle kiss. “Yes, I did.”

Lukas laughs again. “Our kitten is a little territorial. But now that you’re all here, we’d love to help the bride celebrate. Next round of drinks is on us.”

The girls all squeal, making both guys jump. A few of them pull out their bingo cards.

“That’s almost a bingo for me,” sings Giselle, waving her card in Olivia’s face.

“Me too,” calls Chutney.

“Hey, ask them if they have a condom,” says Maggie.

“Ask them for their number!”

Giving me one last disdainful look, Olivia points to the bar. “Drinks first, ladies. Let’s leave Perfect Poppy to her pretty boy toys.” She and Violet lead them away, much to my relief.

“I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again,” Lukas says as they walk off. “Pop, your sister is a witch with a capital ‘B.’”

I sigh, leaning back against his chest. “I know, but she’s family.”

He relaxes his hold on me. “And what’s with the cards?”

“It’s just a stupid game they’re playing.”

“A gamewe’replaying,” Tina says. “You’re playing too, Pop. Don’t forget.”

“Half the stuff on my card is just doing shots. I’d be under the table in five minutes—and wait—what the heck are you wearing?” I didn’t really get a good look at her before we left the beach house. I was too busy organizing the Ubers. Now that she has the boa off, I can take it all in. “Is that my blazer?” I gasp. “Tina, those aremyclothes!”

She throws her head back and laughs. “Took you long enough!” The sneaky bitch raided my closet. She’s wearing my petal pink pencil skirt, a white silky top, and my favorite fuchsia blazer. Her pink hair is curled and styled in a long ponytail.

“Which Barbie are you supposed to be?”

She’s still laughing, eyes alight with mirth. “Duh? I’myou.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, I’m PR Barbie.” She strikes a pose with both hands on her hips.

Behind me, Lukas and Colton crack up.

“I want my clothes professionally laundered and returned,” I shout at her. “This isnotgoing to be the Great Ugg Boots Disappearance of ’08!”

Still laughing, she pulls out one of the pink bingo cards. “Here, do us all a favor and help Poppy win this game already.”

“Tina!” I slap at her arm, trying to get the card.

She just laughs, holding it out of my reach. “What? This is, like, theJumanjiof bachelorette parties. It won’t stop until someone wins. With two hot hockey players on your team, you’ll knock out a double bingo in ten minutes flat.”

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