“For?”
Nash elbowed him in the ribs, which were already hurting, so he wheezed like an old accordion.
“The pumpkin rolling. I thought we’d decided to do it together?”
“I’m not going to roll this year. Sorry, Ophelia.”
“Of course you are. I’ll see you at the start.” She leaned in and kissed him hard on the lips. “After I win the bachelorette auction tomorrow night, we can have dinner and spend the night at the Lodge.” She danced her fingers up his chest.
Nash choked on his food, and Fin smacked him between the shoulder blades.
“I’m wearing a new dress. Mrs. Howard has asked that we all dress in something that says what we are.”
“So you’re dressing as a vegetable? Can I suggest a carrot?” Fin said, all innocence.
“I want it to celebrate my career and life choices,” she said, ignoring him. “So I’m having something made. You’ll love it.” She paused to exhale. “I need to have my spirulina juice before we start. It peps me up. See you at the start.” She kissed him again, then walked away.
“I can’t believe that happened right before my berry eyes,” Nash said.
“She’s one in a melon, that’s for sure,” Fin said.
“Well, shit,” Luke said.