“What can I say? You’ve domesticated the tomcat in me. I’m working on my dad bod and everything.”
“Let’s not get too carried away.” She leans over the corner of the table and kisses away the smirk on my mouth. “I like you cocky.”
Find out about Shaw's adventure with Jonah in The Last Wingmen, releasing October 2018.
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Jesus fucking Christ, this was my Hell.
“What if we made a trail of flower petals—”
Fuck me. I tuned Tate’s voice out before I had an aneurism. This wasn’t what I wanted. I never should have let these damn girls know I planned on proposing to Corrine. If I’d just gone with my gut and did my thing without telling Tate, Gwen, and Gina I wouldn’t be standing here right now with them trying to hijack my proposal.
“I’m not trailin’ fucking flower petals around my house,” I grunted, staring daggers at them. “No flowers, no string quartet, no skywriter. For fuck’s sake, just stop giving me suggestions. I know what I’m doing, and she’s gonna love it.”
Gwen scowled and slammed her hands on her hips. “Someone’s cocky”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I hitched the corner of my mouth up in a smirk. “It’s not bein’ cocky when it’s true. I know my girl and she’s not into all this hearts and flowers shit.”
“Maybe not,” she continued to argue, “But there are exceptions. And getting engaged is one of them. All girls want that hearts and flowers shit when the guy they love is planning to ask her to marry him.”
“Not Corrie.”
“Yes, Corrie!” she snapped back. “She’s only been my best friend forever. I think I know what I’m talking about.”
Normally I adored Gwen. She was good people, and I’d been through enough and seen enough when I was in the service to know the good from the bad when I saw it. Gwen was salt of the earth. Even if my gut didn’t tell me so, the way she was with her and Garrett’s adorable little girl Liddy was all the proof I needed. That little girl wanted for nothing, but wasn’t spoiled rotten. She had a heart even bigger than her mother’s, which was saying a lot. But right now, I kinda wanted to sew her lips shut just so I didn’t have to hear her talk anymore.
“And I’m the one who’s been screwin’ her. No offense, babe, but significant other trumps BFF every time. That’s just the way it is. Men and women shared more with the person they were in love with than even their closest friends.”
She knew I was right, and by the look on her face she wasn’t happy to have to admit it. “Fine,” she mumbled with a pout. “No flower petals. So what are you gonna do, then?”
“Don’t you worry about that. I’ve got it all figured out. I just need you to do me a favor tomorrow.”
Gwen smirked conspiratorially. “Whatever you need, I’m totally on it.”
I was counting on it.
Corrine
“Gwen, babe. No offense, because you know I love you with all my heart, but if you drag me into one more freaking bridal boutique, I’m going to murder the hell out of you.”
“Don’t be such a Debby Downer. Bernie’s watching Liddy for the day, and I’m getting married!” She’d shouted I’m getting married approximately 1,249 time in the past four hour, and while I was stoked out of my freaking mind for her, we’d hit up five boutiques before lunch, and she hadn’t found anything she liked.
Don’t get me wrong, I was always down for a shopping spree there hadn’t been a single thing I could buy for myself in any of the shops we’d visited without looking like a psycho, not my idea of fun.
“Just one more,” she pleaded, clasping her hands in front of her. “I promise. This’ll be the last one. Then we’ll go grab something to eat.”
“And have drinks,” I demanded. “Lots and lots of drinks.”
Grabbing my hand, she dragged me down the block. I knew the instant we stepped through the doors that this was going to be a complete and utter waist of time for her. For me, on the other hand…”
“Seriously, Gwennie? This place totally isn’t your scene.” But it was absolutely mine. The moment we crossed the threshold I felt like I’d stepped into a store that catered solely to my special brand of quirky awesomeness. “Omigod!” I gasped, rushing to one of the rack sand slapping at the hangers. I sucked in a huge, dramatic gasp at what I saw. “Feathers!” I squealed with uncontrollable glee. “Look, Gwen! This has feathers!” Another gasp. “And fringe! Holy shit! I’ve totally died and gone to Heaven. If the day ever comes when Sam and Dean Winchester profession their undying love for me and request sister-wives type deal I’m totally rockin’ a dress with feathers and fringe!”
“Just a couple things wrong with that scenario, honey,” she said on a giggle. “First of all, they’re fictional characters.”
“Spoilsport,” I grumbled, running my fingers along the delicate beading along the bodice. The gown was the palest of pinks, trumpet mermaid cut with a sweetheart neckline and a full skirt and train made of layer upon layer of feather and fringe. It was the most stunning thing I’d ever seen, and it would be mine. Oh yes… it would be mine.
“Secondly, you remember Ian? You boyfriend? That big mountain of a man who could pop a watermelon like a freaking balloon just by squeezing it in his hand? I’m not thinking he’d be all too thrilled with you marrying anyone but him.”
My chest heaved with a heavy sigh, and grumbled, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Stupid sexy Ian, making me love him when the Winchesters could just be waiting in the wings.”
“Good afternoon, ladies,” a shop worker greeted in an overly shipper voice. “Is there anything I can help you find today?”
Shouldering me out of the way, Gwen grabbed the dress I’d been caressing and shoved it into my chest. “Yeah, can you show her to a dressing room? She needs to try the on.”
“Whoa! Wait, hold on.” I dig my heels in as she tried to shove me away. “No, no, no. No way. Isn’t that, like, bad luck or something? And we’re supposed to be here for you, not me.”
“Oh, that’s just a stupid old wives tale. It’s not bad luck, and this dress is absolutely, totally you. You have to try it on.”
I caved almost instantly, practically skipping toward the dressing area the sales clerk led me to. Closing myself in, I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the incredible gown. Zipping up and getting everything tucked where it needed to be was much harder than I expected. But the end result was so freaking worth it.
“Holy shit,” I breathed as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
“What? What is it?” Gwen called from the other side of the door. “Is it too tight?”
“I. Look. Amazing!” I shouted. “I’m never taking this off. Like, ever. I’m sleeping in this thing, Gwen. And not only because I can’t get myself out of it, which I can’t, but whatever.”