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Bach coughed. “Do you want the bad news?” His smile wavered.
“Spill,” Bentley said, her eyes flickering toward the bride.“Bach?” Porsche’s eyes shot lasers at him, even through the mirror. “Apparently the bus has been parked at the liquor store down the street— and the groom is, well, plowed. See ya!” Bach ducked back behind the door, safely out of the bridal blast zone. Hahahahaha

But it was Bentley who finally launched herself at Jeff Grunburg. “YOU— WORTHLESS—ASS!” She thrashed toward him. “THAT’S— MY— SISTER!” Before Bent could reach him, though, she found a solid, bandanna’d mass in her way. “Sit down, li’l mama. I got this.” And with that, T. Wilson White turned and punched the top exec of the Lifespan Network in the face, so hard his chair toppled over backward. FUCK YEAH!

“Whoa, whoa! Tone it down, you guys. All this love in the room, it’s too much for me. And you two! Your chemistry is just off the charts,” Grunburg said. The laugh track went off again. “Like your mouth?” Mercedes shot back. Ohhh snnnaaap!

Then kissed her cheek, his lips soft and warm in the night. She felt her face catch fire, turning pink. It was the sweetest, most unexpected moment of her seventeen years, and she didn’t want him to ever stop. He stopped. Damn it.

Don’t move your arm.
He moved his arm.
Damn it.