Rock Wedding (Rock Kiss #4) - Nalini Singh Page 0,27
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“That was probably her cunning plan all along.” Molly jumped onto a breakfast stool beside her best friend. “To make us all burst the seams of our dresses while she remains tiny and adorable.”
Charlotte elbowed Molly. “I would kill for your curves,” she said before returning her gaze to Sarah. “And yours are seriously dangerous.”
Confidence boosted by the friendly atmosphere and the fact all the other women were different sizes and shapes, Sarah smiled. “Thanks. Let me go get into my suit so we can head out to the pool.”
It only took her a few minutes to change into the bronze two-piece that was her favorite. The top cupped her generous breasts firmly, then hugged her body to the waist. It also had small ties that caused pretty ruching along the curve of her waist on either side. The bottoms were simple and not too high cut.
Pulling on a floaty beach top similar to Thea’s over the outfit, she walked back upstairs just in time to hear one of the women say, “…worried about fitting into the dress?”
Molly’s laughter was open warmth. “My dress isn’t formfitting, but even if it was, I could still gorge on dessert to my heart’s content.” She glanced over at Sarah, filled her in. “They’re teasing me about the dessert bar I had the caterers come in and set up by the pool.”
Taking a sip of the divine latte Kit had made for her, Sarah smiled her thanks at the amber-eyed woman whose skin held a natural bronze glow thanks to her Venezuelan ancestry on her mother’s side. “I guess we’re all used to brides freaking out about their weight.” Sarah certainly had prior to her own wedding—and all it had gotten her was the urge to binge-eat chocolate. “It’s nice that you’re not.” Not that Molly needed to worry—she had a beautiful body, all soft curves and lush sexiness.
“I actually lost a few pounds without trying,” Molly admitted. “When Fox and I went on that hiking trip.”
“Yes.” Charlotte grinned, her gaze wicked. “I’m sure it was the hiking that made you sweat, Miss Molly.”
Pretending to strangle her best friend, Molly blushed. Which only made everyone laugh and fueled further teasing until Molly ordered them all out to the pool.
CHAPTER 10
FORTY MINUTES LATER, after a swim in the clear blue waters of the infinity pool lit from below, Sarah took a seat on a lounger under the night sky that had eclipsed the last of the sunlight and tried one of the triple chocolate fudge brownies Charlotte had whipped up and added to the catered items. She groaned. “These are the devil’s work.”
Charlotte looked over from the neighboring lounger where she was sipping a cocktail. Her face dead serious, she said, “Thank you.” Then she set aside her cocktail and used her fingers to make tiny horns on top of her head.
Sarah burst out laughing. And that set the tone for the rest of the evening. She’d never had a night like this, with women who were all close friends with each other… and who’d pulled her firmly into that circle.
Not once did she feel like an outsider.
The conversation flowed freely, as did the desserts and cocktails and food, though Sarah stuck to nonalcoholic drinks. Her stomach was a touch unsettled. Not enough to really bother her, but enough that she didn’t want to aggravate it with alcohol.
“The men probably think we have a stripper here,” Thea said at one point while she was treading water in the pool, the pool lighting making the water and her suit glow like jewels. “We could torment them by sending updates about our imaginary stripper,” she suggested to a round of grins. “He could be wearing a fireman costume.”
“Will he bring his own pole?” Charlotte asked with a sparkle in her eye.
Kit nodded. “An important consideration. What is a fireman without his pole?”
“That’s like poetry,” Thea said. “Where dost thou placeth thy pole?”
Slapping a hand over her mouth when a snort of laughter escaped her, Sarah met Molly’s eyes. The other woman began to giggle too, and then it was all over.
In the end, they decided not to mess with the men’s heads. Right now, the five males were having their own get-together at Thea and David’s place.
“What about you, Sarah?” Charlotte asked innocently ten minutes later, the two of them alone on the loungers while the other women swam. “Are you seeing someone?”
Sarah felt her stomach drop in a steep dive. The correct answer was no, but