Lettie snagged a fried pickle. “He had a bad past.”
“Clearly. It took me weeks to finally get a halter on him after I took the last one off.” Brandy set her glass down at the edge of the table for an easier reach when the waitress came back.
“That was your mistake,” Lettie said.
Brandy arched a brow. “Are you telling the horse trainer how to train horses?”
Lettie shrugged. “You should let me help you.”
A scoff sounded as Brandy picked up her own fried pickle. “And have your brother and Bailey on my ass? No, thanks. I’ve got it. He just needs more time to warm up, is all.”
Lettie nodded as she chewed, all of us digging into the basket. The waitress came back with the mimosas and I finished my other one off to hand her the empty glass. We were on drink number three, but Oakley was going slower than the rest of us because she was our designated driver. She was only allowing herself to have one on top of some food with it.
“So, Sage,” Lettie started.
I finished my bite. “Hmm?”
“I know it’s pretty informal, but—” She fished something out of her pocket, then set a little pink bow on the table in front of me. “—would you be my bridesmaid?”
A breath of relief passed my lips. “I thought you were going to tell me you were pregnant and having a girl.”
Brandy burst out laughing as Oakley giggled. “Lettie can barely take care of herself, let alone a baby,” Brandy managed to get out.
The champagne was working its way through us, it seemed.
Lettie lifted her chin. “I take care of myself just fine.”
“Need I remind you of when you came back—” Brandy started but was cut off with a yelp passing her lips as I presumed Lettie kicked her under the table.
Lettie had a history of anemia and was quite forgetful, but I was curious what Brandy meant.
“Anyway.” Lettie turned her attention back to me. “What do you say?”
I smiled. “I’d love to.”
It felt nice to be a part of their group and have this time to hang out with them. I didn’t realize how much I missed having girl friends until now.
“Perfect. The wedding is this fall.”
Brandy’s eyes almost burst out of her head. “This fall? And you’re telling us the date now?”
“Well, I don’t have a set date yet,” Lettie admitted.
“Then how do you know you’ll be doing it this fall? Don’t you have to book places?” Oakley asked.
Lettie took a large gulp of her drink. “Bailey wanted the fall, and I didn’t want to wait another year. We’re doing it at the ranch.”
My smile widened, the champagne twirling around in my head. “That’ll be perfect.”
“I hope so. I think we can get everything sorted by then, but I’ll need your guys’ help.”
We all nodded.
“Of course. Anything,” I said.
Brandy raised her glass. “To Lettie Cooper.”
We all raised our own, clinking them together.
“To Lettie Cooper,” we said in unison.
And then we sipped.
***
“How many individual pieces of hay do you think are in a hay bale?” Brandy asked, her words slightly slurred.
Oakley was driving us back to the ranch, where we planned to continue our boozy brunch in the comfort of home. We felt bad that Oakley couldn’t indulge as much as she wanted to, but Lennon would pick her up later once he was off work, so she had nothing to worry about once we got to the ranch.
“A fuck ton,” Lettie tossed back with a giggle.
“Like how many fuck tons?” Brandy questioned.
I’d stopped after four mimosas, which was probably too many, but Lettie and Brandy both had five. Brandy, I came to learn, was a lightweight, but that clearly did not stop her from indulging.
“Hmm, maybe a thousand?” Lettie replied.
“We could count one,” I said, the effects of the champagne making it hard to resist joining in on their debate.
