She turned and fluffed her big waves. “Only you would be lucky enough to get a bachelorette weekend period.”
“At least I won’t have to worry on the wedding day. That’d be a hassle.” I washed my hands as Jazz leaned against the door. “I’m glad Luca isn’t here to be disappointed.”
“Are you already trying for a baby?”
I pulled half a paper towel from the dispenser and dried my hands the best I could. “No. But he doesn’t know that.” Tossing the useless piece of paper, I wiped my hands down the skirt of my dress. I took a step toward the door, but Jazz didn’t move.
“What?”
“He wants to start trying now. I thought we should wait until he’s not under investigation for murder.”
“Ah.” Jazz sagely nodded.
“What?”
“Nothing.” I moved to open the door, and Jazz stayed in my way. “Just seems like the kind of thing you should tell your soon-to-be husband.”
“Well, I plan to, just after the wedding.”
“Good.” Jazz stepped away, but instead of leaving the smelly, tiny bathroom, I took her spot.
“When are you planning on proposing?”
Jazz smirked. “After the wedding.”
I shook my head and grabbed her hand. “We have so much in common.” Jazz laughed, and we joined the gang on the dance floor. I proceeded to get drunk and sweaty with my best friends.
As last calls rang out at the bar, we shuffled out the front door.
“Where’s the car?” Ashley slurred as she hung on Sarah.
“Tommy’s bringing it around.”
“I want to walk,” I whined, shifting on my heels.
“No,” both Sarah and Adriana said. Sober friends are never as flexible as you’d like.
“But it’s so nice, and we could walk up the beach.”
Imani, drunk as could be, wrapped her arms around Jazz and smiled up at her. “That sounds romantic.”
Jazz gazed lovingly down at her, and my chest tightened. Separate bachelor/bachelorette parties were stupid. I missed Luca.
“What my baby wants, my baby gets,” Jazz practically cooed as she threaded their fingers together and took off toward the pier at the end of the street.
“We’ll give them a minute and follow,” Ashley loudly whispered, which caught Gio’s disapproving stare. Miranda leaned on his shoulder, her eyes shut.
“You guys can head back to the hotel. We’ll be there in a little bit.”
Sarah and Adriana looked relieved. Of course. The pregnant lady and the mom would want to be in bed before the sun rose. Tommy pulled up in the sprinter, and Gio helped them in, situating Miranda by an open window. He said something to Tommy and then gestured toward the beach.
When Ashley and I made it to the beach, we slipped off our heels. The warm sand between my toes and the sound of the crashing waves grounded my drunk ass.
“This is the best night,” Ashley slurred.
“It’s up there.”
“Pretty soon, we won’t be able to just take off to Mexico.”