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everything happening, I wasn’t sure we’d be able to go or not.”
    “Can’t guys just double-up?” Dex asks.
    Z punches Dex in the arm. “What do you want to do, put a sock on the doorknob?”
    “Prospects sure as shit don’t need their own room,” Murphy grumbles.
    “Why you guys bein’ such pussies? Fucking get a sleeping bag and drop it on the ground,” Ravage offers. He’s usually quiet during church, so I’m amused at his suggestion.
    “No offense, but I don’t picture Hope roughing it,” Z says. He’s right, so I don’t bother disputing it.
    Wrath chuckles. “I doubt Trin cares, but I’m getting too old to sleep on the fucking ground. If that makes me a pussy so be it.”
    Ravage waves his hand through the air. “Can’t find a sleeping bag to fit your big ass anyway.”
    Sparky signals me. “Boss, I can’t leave the plants, so you gotta count me out.”
    That’s not exactly a surprise. I turn to Stash, because I assume he’ll also want to stay put. He just shrugs.
    Wrath points at Murphy and Teller. “You two share everything else, can’t you share a room?”
    I roll my eyes to the ceiling.
    Teller shakes his head. “If Heidi comes, she’s staying with me.”
    “Since when do prospects bring chicks?” Murphy asks.
    “Since the chick in question is my sister, and she wants to go. She’ll ride with her boyfriend and stay with me.” The tone of his voice makes the mind your business message in Teller’s wordsclear.
    Z reaches over and punches Teller. “Gonna make it tough to get laid, bro.”
    Murphy’s mouth curves into a sly smile. “She can always stay with me.”
    Teller glares, but I cut in before their bullshit snowballs. “We’re looking at five or six rooms, if we double up. Can you make that work?”
    “Yeah.”
    Wrath’s brow wrinkles and he slides his gaze to me. “Who’re you staying with, prez?”
    “You.”
    Instead of mouthing off, he nods.

    Mara sent me a text earlier to say dinner would only be the four of us. Ross, Lilly, Mara and me. Adam’s out of town and Sophie’s sick. Shucks .
    I hate confrontation, which is silly. As a lawyer, you’d think I love it. But I don’t. Especially since I still don’t know what the hell to say to her. When I finally confront her slutty butt, if she makes some sort of “he must have misunderstood” excuse, I’ll scratch her damn eyes out.
    Mara wanted to meet at 518 Prime, a fancier restaurant than we usually end up at.
    “Jeez, some of these steaks are more than my first car payment,” she mutters as she looks over the menu.
    It’s true, but, “It’s not every day you turn thirty-five.”
    She lifts her head from her vigorous study of the menu and glares at me. “Shut up. Thirty-five sucks. It’s that much closer to forty.”
    “If it makes you feel better, you still look twenty-five,” Ross says while patting her arm.
    “True,” I add.
    “Look who’s talking. Hope looks like a fresh-faced college girl.”
    “Why are we talking about me? It’s your birthday we’re celebrating.”
    “Sorry we’re late!”
    Sophie’s voice jars me out of our conversation. You’ve got to be kidding.
    Mara stands to greet Lilly and Sophie. The flustered hostess rushes over to slide in an extra chair. This isn’t the sort of establishment that takes change in stride. Sophie ends up seated across from me.
    Wonderful.
    “So sorry we’re late. I’ve been sick all week. Didn’t think I’d make it.”
    “That sucks.” What am I supposed to say? Serves your whoring ass right?
    Sophie glances at me. “Hi, Hope.”
    “Hey.”
    Her wide-eyed, scared expression gives me a measure of satisfaction. She knows something’s up.
    “So, how’s wedding planning land?” Lilly asks after we place our orders.
    “Uneventful so far.” Shoot. This is awkward. I hadn’t discussed my decision to have Trinity as my maid of honor with anyone, and I don’t want hurt feelings. I’d still like Mara to be a bridesmaid. Lilly too.