Jardin's Gamble (Haven, Texas 9)

Her phone dinged and she looked down at it with a grin. “Flick said to hurry our asses up. She wants all her bridesmaids there for her shower.” Which included her. She could scarcely believe it when Flick asked her to be her bridesmaid.

“All six of them,” Jardin scoffed.

“Well, she probably thought she needed them with West wanting all his brothers to stand up for him,” she pointed out.

“West didn’t want his brothers to stand up for him,” Jardin countered. “He was forced into it.”

“I’m just thankful he finally got a clue and proposed,” she said. “Giving her only four months to prepare for the wedding was just mean.”

Although, Flick had managed it. She’d become a small dictator according to Mia.

She leaned forward. “So, tell me, what do you guys think about a woman doing the proposing?”

“Hell, no!” They both yelled at her.

Sitting back, she giggled as both of them glared at her, Jardin doing it through the rearview mirror.

“You propose, baby, and you’re going over my knee every night for a week,” Jardin promised.

“And then the next week you’re over my knee,” Carrick told her.

Oh, but it would totally be worth it.