Skye clapped her hands. “Yup. Alcohol will flow. We need to lure out every single detail. When did you first start having the hots for Hunter? Why didn’t you tell us? How long has this been going on?”
Shit, shit, shit. I was certain I could survive an interview with the immigration services and lie through my teeth. But I wasn’t sure I could survive Tess and Skye, especially if there was alcohol involved. I’d never been able to lie to them. And they looked at me as if they were expecting answers right now. I didn’t have any.
I glanced in Hunter’s direction and blew out a relieved breath when I caught his eye. I hoped my expression conveyed just how desperate I was.
It must have, because Hunter stalked toward us. I got up from the couch where I was sitting with the girls, and he walked right into my personal space, placing an arm around my shoulders.
“Hey! Stop accosting my future wife.”
I shuddered. It was the first time he’d said wife.
“But she won’t tell us anything.” Tess pouted.
“Maybe it’s a sign you should stop asking.”
Tess grinned. “Or a sign that I have to dig deeper.”
Skye elbowed her. “Let them keep their secrets for now. We have all the time in the world to question her during the bachelorette party.”
“When are we going dress shopping?” Tess asked.
“I don’t want a white dress.”
I realized this was a mistake the second the words were out of my mouth. Because guess who knew that I’d dreamed about a white dress forever? Tess.
She might have bought my change of heart about the ring, but she’d never believe I didn’t want a white dress.
“You’re kidding, right?” Tess asked incredulously. “You’ve always wanted a white dress. Remember that time we went shopping for bridesmaid dresses for Mom’s wedding and you tried one on for fun?”
I blushed. Of course, I remembered.
“There’s not enough time to find the right one,” I said lamely. “Better just to have an evening dress.”
“Nonsense. With a body like yours, you’ll find something off the rack that fits you.”
Hunter came to my defense. “Girls, don’t pester her. Let her have whatever she wants.”
“Promise me at least that you’ll try any dresses off the rack that catch your eye,” Tess said.
And maybe it was the fact that Tess was giving us a funny look, or that I couldn’t resist the idea of trying on wedding gowns, but I found myself nodding. Oh boy, it was easy to get swept up in all of this.
“I don’t understand the rush,” Tess said.
“When you know, you know,” Hunter declared confidently, and everyone within earshot melted...including me.
Chapter Seven
Hunter
Next week was a shitshow. Somehow, everyone in my circle had gotten wind of the engagement. I had to field calls left and right. I had no time to answer questions like When’s the wedding? Where? When can we meet the bride?
The biggest problem was that everyone I spoke to was expecting an invitation. I’d promised Josie a small party, and I wanted to respect that promise.
That proved to be wishful thinking when Tess showed up at my apartment one morning with breakfast.
“To what do I owe this surprise?” I asked as we sat at the bar counter just in front of my kitchen.
“I need to talk to you about the wedding.”