Page 2 of Thirst Trap
“You know he’s engaged, right?” I ask. “And I happen to very much like his fiancée.”
She just shrugs. “Whatever. Nothing is final until a preacher says so.”
I just shake my head because that’s all I can do. Everyone has that one friend with questionable morals. Betsy is that friend for me.
“If I can’t bang your brother, maybe we’ll find some other guys tonight. What happens in Nashville stays in Nashville!”
This causes the rest of the bachelorette party to raise their glasses and give another “woo.” Except for me.
“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes,” I say, though I can’t help but laugh at Betsy’s enthusiasm.
“Oh, come on, Whitley. We’re in a new city for the weekend. Why not have some fun? And if that fun happens to be of the naked variety, so be it.”
I take another drink and let Betsy’s words sink in. I’m not normally a one-night stand kind of girl, but that’s because of who I am. In Birmingham, it’s hard for me to go anywhere without people knowing who I am, or who my family is. Besides being a McAvoy, I’m one of the most successful fundraising consultants in Birmingham. If you want to raise money for your foundation, you call me. I get it done.
So, I try to date, though it’s normally unsuccessful. I don’t hook up. Frankly, my love life is quite pathetic.
Maybe Betsy is right. Maybe this is my weekend to have some fun. Let my hair down. Live a little on the wild side.
Because in this city, I’m not Hunter’s sister, Bo’s daughter or the girl hired to raise millions for your foundation.
I’m just Whitley McAvoy.
And that sounds just fine by me.
