Anna elbowed him in the stomach, but she laughed. I looked back at Kellan. He shook his head. “We’re just going to a bar after the show tonight.”
Griffin pouted. “I said I wanted a strip club.”
Kellan gave him a flat look. “And I said I wanted a bar. If you want to do separate bachelor parties, then by all means, go to a strip club tonight. But I don’t feel like celebrating my marriage with overpriced alcohol and glitter.”
Griffin rolled his eyes and made a sound like a whip being cracked. Kellan only smiled at him. I faced my sister. “And what exactly are we doing tonight?”
Anna gave me a wide smile. “Oh, don’t you worry about the details. I’ve got everything under control.”
Hours later, I was staring at myself in the mirror contemplating whether I should kiss my sister or deck her. Her master plan to celebrate our nuptials was to dress all of us girls in matching outfits that were half Robert Palmer video chick and half Muppet. We were all wearing skintight, short, long-sleeved dresses. Jenny and Anna had done everyone’s makeup—bright red lipstick and smoky eyes—and Cheyenne and Kate had pulled everyone’s hair back into long, sleek ponytails. I thought we were going to leave the dressing up at resembling “Addicted to Love” fill-ins, but I should have known that wasn’t flashy enough for my sister. Once we were all uniformly dressed, she’d pulled out the coup de grace—an assortment of neon colored wigs.
As I fingered the bright pink hair in my reflection, Anna joined me. Giggling at her own mass of electric blue hair, she exclaimed, “We look fucking hot!”
Turning around, I examined my sister’s outfit. Even with a belly large enough to house two small children, she looked good. I had no doubts she would be hit on at some point. “I feel ridiculous, Anna.”
Making a dismissive noise, Anna smoothed my short, pink bob. “Well, you look amazing.”
“Do I really have to wear this?” I pointed down the bus, to where Kellan and the guys were waiting to see us before heading out for their show. “Kellan got a say in his night. Don’t I get a say in mine?”
Smiling, Anna shook her head, a neon strand of blue hair stuck to her lip. “No.” When I grimaced, Anna turned me back around to face the bathroom mirror. “Tonight, you are not Kiera.” She leaned in so that our faces were side-by-side, and for the first time, I noticed something I really never had before—my sister and I looked a lot alike. “Tonight, you are Kiki, sex goddess!”
I groaned, but then immediately laughed. Sure, why not. I needed a short break from my life anyway. “Okay, Anna, you win.”
She smacked my butt as she walked away. “Don’t I always, Kiera?” She smirked at me over her shoulder. “I mean Kiki.”
Feeling like we were about to film a live-action version of Fraggle Rock, the girls and I stepped into the main portion of the bus. Griffin let out an earsplitting catcall. Matt’s face flushed with color, while Evan’s broke into a wide grin. And Kellan, well, let’s just say I was getting thoroughly examined, and he appeared to like what he saw.
A lime-green-haired Jenny collapsed into Evan’s arms, marking his cheek with a bright red lipstick outline. Rachel, wearing a canary-yellow wig, put her hands over her face and giggled uncontrollably as Matt held her; at least one of the girls was as embarrassed as I was. Kate smoothed her deep purple wig with a bright smile on her face. And Cheyenne, her hair a flaming red color that reminded me of Meadow’s, clapped me on the shoulder as Kellan stood to greet me.
Lip curved in a seductive half-smile, he growled, “I am not going to be able to concentrate on stage tonight with this image of you in my mind.” His smile widening, he added, “You are unbelievably hot.”
Resisting the urge to deny his compliment, I instead told him, “Thank you.”
Kellan’s face was full of pride at my growing level of confidence. As my girlfriends said their goodbyes and grabbed their stuff, Kellan leaned in close. In my ear, he murmured, “You’re keeping the wig, right?”
His fingers slid through a pink lock as he sucked on his bottom lip. Heat, fire, and passion were burning in his eyes, and I suddenly didn’t want to go anywhere but to a private hotel room with him. My lips against his ear, I told him, “It’s the only thing I’ll keep on when I get back.”
Kellan made a strangled groaning noise, then slung his arms around my waist. Over his shoulder, he told the guys, “Change of plans, we’re canceling the show tonight and staying in.”
Matt glowered for a fraction of a second, then looked over at Rachel grabbing her purse and smiled. Evan shouted his agreement and pulled Jenny back into his lap. Griffin exclaimed, “Fuck yeah,” and pinched Anna’s ass.
I smiled back at Kellan. “Nice try, but you know you can’t do that.”