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“She texted the Old Ladies group chat,” Doc explained. “She had to run home for a second.”
Bones and I chatted with Boxer and Doc, but once I finished my food, I got up and went to talk to Brielle and Jazz.
“Well?” Jazz asked. “How was the food?”
“Delicious,” I said. “Thanks. I just wanted to know how it’s working out with the new dog?”
“We named her Cuddle Bug,” Jazz said.
“You,” Brielle stated. “You named her Cuddle Bug. Homer and I voted for the name Millie.”
Jazz rolled her eyes. “She has to be spooned at night, otherwise she doesn’t go to sleep. She named herself, really.”
“You should’ve seen the looks we got yesterday at the dog park calling for her.” Brielle shook her head. “Downright embarrassing.”
“How was the bachelorette party?” Jazz asked. “Brooklyn told us some stuff went down…”
“About the guys crashing the party because they couldn’t stay away from their women?”
“No, about the fight Darcy nearly got into,” Jazz said. “Good thing Bones stepped in when he did.”
I frowned. “How did Brooklyn know about that? She left before it happened.”
“Chain of command. Bones told Slash, Slash told Brooklyn, Brooklyn told us,” Brielle said. “You must’ve had a front row seat.”
“Yeah, I did.”
“That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say about it?” Jazz stated.
“It feels like gossip, and I don’t want to gossip,” I said. “I don’t know her. I just know she’s hurting, and we should all be there to support her.”
“I didn’t mean to—” Jazz sighed. “You’re right.”
There was an awkward moment of silence, but then Brielle asked, “Where is Darcy? And Lily and Cam?”
“Doc said she had to run home first, but she’s probably on her way.”
“It’s been almost an hour,” Brielle murmured. “Since you guys got here, I mean.”
“Maybe I’ll ask Mia if she’s heard from her,” I murmured. I left Brielle and Jazz and headed for Mia’s direction, but I was waylaid by Waverly.
“So, I was thinking,” she said. “I know you promised butterscotch candies, but if you lend me those heels instead, I’ll call it even.”
I grinned. “My heels? How do you know we’re the same size?”
“I’m praying we are because you’ve got amazing taste. Better taste than even Logan.”
“I heard that!” Logan called, and then went back to talking to Rach.
“You don’t think I have good taste?” Willa asked as she joined me and her sister.
“Nope,” Waverly said unashamedly.
“I’m not really your style, am I?” I asked. Waverly was rocking the bad-girl-gothic-meets-80s-female-girl-band-legend. She wasn’t wearing heels, but heavy motorcycle boots.
“I’m all about change,” Waverly said. “Please, can I try them on?”
“You can absolutely try them on,” I said with a laugh.
