Broken Hill Honor (Broken Hill High 5.5)

As we all lay face down on our individual tables in nothing but our birthday suits, I tell them all about the proposal. I tell them how he took me to dinner, acting as though it was so casual and a spur of the moment decision, just like he made me believe for the penthouse of the hotel, when in fact, every tiny detail had been planned out. Hell, even my friends being here with me the day after has been thought through.

I showed the girls the ring as soon as they came through the door where Kaylah let slip that Jesse told her Nate’s had the ring for years, once again, shocking me right down to the bone and reminding me just how deep his love for me runs.

“What are all the guys doing today?” I ask when it’s time to roll over. We all do our best to not flash each other, though, it’s not like we haven’t seen it all before.

“They’re having a boys’ day,” Elle explains. “Jackson’s been looking forward to it all week. It’s been training, training, training for him, ever since he got into the NFL. He’s been needing a break.”

“Same goes for Tyson. All he does is work,” Brylee says with a yawn as her masseur nearly sends her off to sleep. “I can assure you, the guys are probably already wasted.”

“I bet,” I laugh, loving how they have all managed to stay together over the last seven years. Max and Brooke were married two years ago while Jackson popped the question as soon as he got out of college.

Courtney and Puck had their first baby boy last year and now have a second on the way. Though, I don’t know how Puck is going to go with a second. It’ll be interesting for sure. They’re engaged now, doing everything ass up and just can’t seem to find the time to actually head down the aisle.

Tyson and Brylee though, they got married as soon as they could, almost as though it was some sort of race down the aisle. They’ve been struggling to get pregnant ever since and I have a feeling they’ll start looking into other options soon. I know it will happen for them though. If anyone deserves it, it’s them.

Nate and I have been the ones patiently waiting, watching in the background as everyone else got hitched and started having babies, but he knew how important it was for me to focus on my studies. I really shouldn’t have been surprised that he asked me the second I got my diploma in my hand.

“What are we doing after this?” Brooke asks. “I was thinking nails.”

“Mmmm, that sounds good,” I say, getting into the zone of this massage. I mean, this lady has magical hands.

“What about later though?” Courtney asks. “How long do we have the room for? Can we go out for dinner in the city and crash here for the night?”

“I’m not sure,” I tell her, closing my eyes and sighing as the masseur’s hand runs up my thigh, pressing into the muscles that are sore from my night of… well, screwing. “I can call Nate and check,” I tell the girls. “But either way we can still go out. I’m sure one of the boys would be sober enough to come out and pick us up.”

“Sounds good to me,” Bry says. “I say we get our hair and makeup done too. Really make a day of it. I brought a nice dress to wear just in case.”

“Me too,” Elle says.

“I’m in,” I laugh. “I’m not going to say no to that.”

“Well, just as well I talked that into our deal with Nate,” Brooke says like a sly little minx, always two steps ahead.

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best?” I ask her.

“Yes, but feel free to do it again.”

Over the next few hours, the girls and I get pampered within an inch of our lives. We walk out of the spa after having massages, manicures, pedicures, and facials. We head back up to the penthouse and order a late lunch with music playing throughout the room and the champagne still flowing.

It’s been an incredible day to wrap up the last few, mind-blowingly spectacular ones. Though, to be honest, all I want to do is crawl back into Nate’s arms and stay there until my dying days.

Lunch is served and it doesn’t take long for the girls to start fussing over what they want to wear tonight. The hair stylist and makeup artist appear and the girls fall in love with the endless supply of makeup and hair products.

As I’m about to sit down to get my hair done, my phone buzzes on the table. I grab it and look down at the screen to find a text from Nate. A smile instantly flutters across my lips.