He had a point.
“Uh…” I mumbled, but did it beginning to laugh.
“No,” he answered and dipped his face to me. “Tame that mane, honey, and the answer changes to yes.”
Time for another trip to the bathroom.
I was about to tell Ren where I was going when Roxie, in a dress like mine but in teal, rushed up and stopped on a wobble.
“Did Uncle Tex ask you?” she queried excitedly.
“Yep,” I answered as Ren let me go, but tucked me into his side with his arm around me.
“Did you say yes?” she asked.
“Yep,” I answered.
“Did you have sex in the cloakroom?” she went on.
“Yep,” I answered, that word shaking with humor, and my body shook with it when I heard and felt Ren sigh.
She looked over her shoulder in the direction of where Hank was standing and talking to Tod and Stevie.
And she did this muttering, “That’s out.”
“Please, do not tell me where you and Hank have sex during this reception,” I begged.
She looked back at me. “You’re one of my closest friends. Friends talk sex. Everyone knows that.”
“And he’s my brother,” I reminded her.
“It’s not like you don’t know we do the deed,” Roxie returned.
“I do know that,” I retorted. “I just don’t want details. I’ve already had so many details, it’s a wonder I’m not in therapy.”
“Location isn’t a detail,” she shot back.
God!
“La, la, la, I’m not listening, la, la, la,” I chanted.
“Oh God, Roxie’s talking about Hank and her doing the business.”
This was said by Indy (in aqua, like me) who, when I turned my head, I saw was approaching with Lee.
“Then we’re leaving,” Lee muttered.
Indy giggled and pulled him to us, sharing, “Well, don’t use the handicapped bathroom upstairs.”
“Fuck.” Lee kept muttering.
I bit back laughter.
Roxie didn’t.
“Or the cloakroom.” Stella’s kickass husky voice came at us from the side, and I turned to see her (in teal) and Mace (like Lee and Hank, in a tux), joining us.
“That’s two for the cloakroom,” Roxie stated.
“Who else?” Stella asked.
“Ren and me,” I told her.
“Ah,” she mumbled.
“Jesus,” Mace grunted.
“What are you talking about?” Jet (in baby blue, though she didn’t have a chiffon-exposing midriff; she had a figure-skimming, kickass pregnant lady’s bridesmaid dress) with Eddie (in a tux) asked.
“Rock Chick/Hot Bunch wedding assignations,” Indy answered.
“Oh shit,” Eddie murmured.
“Handicapped bathroom,” Jet shared.
“Fuck me,” Eddie clipped at the same time Lee bit out, “Christ.”
Jet turned to her husband. “What?”
