CHARLEE

“Charlee, that dress is perfect on you!” Devyn says.

I twirl in the mirror, watching as the sapphire chiffon sways against my ankles. “You think so?”

“You look hot,” Rainey says. She looks down at her own gown, more specifically the boobs that are spilling out of it. “I can’t believe I have to have mine taken out. My boobs should not be this much bigger so soon.”

Devyn and Riley are getting married the weekend after next. Today was supposed to be our final fitting but when Rainey tried zipping hers up, her enlarged chest made that impossible.

Devyn laughs. “Welcome to pregnancy, Lorraine. The only time in my life I’ve ever had boobs was when I was pregnant or breastfeeding. I went up two full cup sizes before the end of my first trimester.”

“Shit,” Rainey mutters.

I laugh, feeling bad for her. Rainey’s breasts were already pushing double-D limits. I can’t imagine how much worse they’re going to get.

“Oh poor Lorraine,” Devyn mocks. “At least you know yours won’t fully go away after you lose the baby weight.”

Rainey gestures to her abundance of cleavage. “Honey, I’d trade you any day. These things are more trouble than they’re worth.”

Devyn laughs. “I’m sure Brody would have something to say about that.”

Rainey smiles. “Do you know he actually talks to them? When I get home from work, he’ll greet them before me sometimes.”

I hold my hand up. “Okay, we’re fast approaching I don’t need to know territory. Brother, remember?”

Rainey laughs and gives me a thoughtful look. “Speaking of brothers...”

“Yeah,” Devyn tags on. “What really happened between you and Drew in Vegas? He won’t tell me a damn thing but it seems like an awfully big coincidence you both overslept when you claim to have gone back to your rooms early.”

Uh oh. I don’t like where she’s going with this. “What are you implying, Devyn?”

“I’m implying that something happened between you two that night,” she says matter-of-factly. “I know my brother and I know when he’s hiding something from me. So I’ll ask you. What’s he hiding, Charlee?”

I look at Rainey nervously. The last thing I need is for this conversation to get back to my brother.

She seems to read my mind because she waves her hand dismissively and says, “I won’t say a word to Brody. I swear.”

I decide to go with partial truths. “We had a good time. We gambled, had some drinks, walked around. Stuff like that.”

Rainey turns her head back to Devyn. “Devyn, you might want to put your kid earmuffs on.” Devyn just rolls her eyes so Rainey continues. “I want to hear about the D. He’s packing big time, isn’t he?”

“What?!” I sputter. “I never said we slept together.”

Devyn covers her ears. “I do not need to know how big my brother’s penis is!”

Rainey looks over her shoulder. “I warned you.” She turns back to me. “And I didn’t say anything about sleeping. If you need me to clarify, I was talking about fucking. Can you or can you not, personally attest to the size of Drew’s peen?”

Fuck. How am I supposed to get out of this? I usually have no problem speaking openly about my sex life but this situation is pretty delicate and requires a different approach. I look to Devyn for help but she seems to be doing everything possible to disengage from the conversation. I decide evasion is the best course of action.

“Why does it matter whether or not I know the answer to that?”

Rainey’s lips twitch. “Ah, that answer in itself is very telling, dear Charlee.”

I sigh. “Rainey, will you please drop the subject? I don’t want to put you in a situation where you have to lie to Brody.”

She mulls that over. “Okay, I can appreciate that. But I’d like to add that if anything is going on between you and Drew, you need to tread lightly. Give Brody time to warm up to the idea.”

“I don’t understand why he’s being such a pain in the ass about this whole thing anyway,” I whine. “It’s truly none of his business.”

Rainey gives me a sad smile. “He means well. He’s worried about you, Charlee. Drew isn’t exactly known for commitment.”

Ha! Marriage is a pretty damn big commitment.

“Rainey, I’m not exactly known for it either. Brody knows that and he’s never had a problem with it before.”

“Yeah, but Drew’s different,” she argues. “He loves him like a brother. But he loves you more. If Drew ever hurt you, Brody would lose his best friend.”

“It’s not going to come to that,” I assure her. “Drew would never intentionally hurt me.”

Devyn tucks a piece of blonde hair behind her ear. “If anyone wants my opinion, I still think you two would be awesome together. You’re so alike and he needs someone like you to keep him on his toes.”

I can’t help but smile at her remark, which does not go unnoticed by either woman. Damn it!  Keeping this marriage a secret is going to be harder than I thought.