“Oh, one more thing.”
“Anything,” he says, and I know he’s willing to give her the world.
“I think we should all take a trip.”
“Where to?”
“Well, McKenna could use a break from all the college and studying, and we could also say it’s our bachelor and bachelorette parties.”
“Vegas, baby!” Corbin shouts. He’s been quiet, which is unlike him.
“You read my mind, brother-in-law.” Laramie grins at him.
“What?” McKenna asks.
“Did I forget to mention that part?” Laramie asks her.
“You kinda did,” McKenna replies, smiling with a shake of her head.
“When?” Colby asks, only having eyes for my sister.
“A few days.” She shrugs. “I wasn’t sure if you, Corbin, and Rip could get the time off work.”
“We’ll make it work,” Corbin assures her.
“What he said,” Colby agrees.
“What do you say, big brother? You coming to Vegas?”
I look at McKenna. “You coming?”
“She’s my best friend. Of course, I’ll be there.”
“I’m in,” I tell the room, only my eyes stay on McKenna.
“Oh, and, Corbin, you can invite Sara,” Laramie says nonchalantly.
“We’re not—”
My sister cuts him off. “You are. Invite her. Everyone look at their schedules, and I’ll make it happen.”
Just like that, my baby sister is getting married a hell of a lot sooner than we thought, and we’re headed to Vegas. Normally the unexpected trip would irritate me, but I have to admit, getting to spend some time with McKenna in Sin City sounds like a fun time to me.
Chapter 14
McKenna
“Do we really have to split up? I didn’t even want a bachelor party. We should all just hang out,” Colby suggests. There’s tension in his voice.
We’re all sitting in Colby and Laramie’s suite in Vegas, making plans for our first night here. Our plane landed two hours ago, and we came straight to the hotel to check in. Currently, Colby is in freak-out mode that we girls are going to be walking around by ourselves. It’s sweet, but we’re big girls, and none of us plan on getting completely trashed. Well, maybe Laramie, this is her bachelorette party after all. Sara and I talked about it on the plane, and she needs to have a good time.
Speaking of Sara, I really like her. I need to find time to pull Corbin aside and let him know that he better hang onto her. Although, since she’s here, I’m thinking that’s something he already knows.
“Colbs, we’ll be fine. We’re big girls,” Laramie says soothingly.
“I agree,” Rip speaks up. His eyes find mine. “I don’t think I’ll be able to have a good time worrying about you ladies.” He includes all of us, but his eyes are locked on mine.
The intensity of his gaze causes goose bumps to travel down my arms. One day I’m going to be brave and ask him why he’s been giving me all the sexy looks, soft touches, and kisses. God, that man can kiss.
“We’re three adult women who can handle ourselves. Besides, Sara and I already talked about it. We’re not going to get wasted. This is Laramie’s weekend. We’ll keep an eye on her.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better about this?” Colby asks.
“How about we all do our own thing, then meet up later?” Sara suggests.
I turn to look at her and tell her that I agree with the plan. Colby can take over watching Laramie, and she and I can have some fun. Only I stop when I see Corbin pull her into his arms and whisper in her ear. Oh, yeah, he’s got it bad. I’m happy for him. Corbin is goofy as hell, but he’s a good guy.
“That’s a good idea,” I agree with her, turning back to Colby and Laramie.
“That’s perfect. You go do manly things. We’re going to do girly things and meet up later.” Laramie kisses Colby on the cheek and stands from the couch. “Now, we need to get ready.” She glances at the clock on the wall. “Ladies, let’s meet back here at seven. That gives us an hour to change and get spruced up for the night.”
“Spruced up? Babe, why do you need to get spruced up?” Colby sounds panicked. He should be. I helped my best friend pack. I know that arsenal she has in her suitcase by way of wardrobe.
“It’s Vegas, baby!” Laramie cheers and rushes off to the bedroom.
“Colby, Sara and I will watch out for her. You guys go have fun. We’ll meet back here at seven, and then what, again at eleven or so?”
“That long?” he asks, sounding defeated.
“We’ll start with eleven and see how the night goes,” I tell him gently.
“Why in the fuck did I agree to this?” Colby asks, tilting his head back, resting it on the couch.
“Kenna?” Rip speaks up. I turn to look at him. There’s something in his gaze that I can’t name. He opens his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it.