Wrong Question, Right Answer (The Bourbon Street Boys #3) - Elle Casey Page 0,102

her hand on my belly and rubs it. “How dare you. This is not a potbelly. This is a baby belly.”

I look down, a little shocked that she’s actually touching my stomach. It feels weird to have another woman put her hands there without any warning, but at the same time, it’s not entirely unpleasant. The babies are in there, after all, and she’s practically an aunt to them.

Her eyes open wide. “Was that a kick I just felt?”

I smile. “Yep. Baby’s telling you to get your hands off the merchandise.”

Jenny jerks her hand back. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry. That is so rude of me.”

I shake my head, feeling bad that I embarrassed her. “No, don’t worry about it. It’s no big deal, really.”

May joins us. “Did you guys find a dress?”

I grab the hanger out of Jenny’s hand and hold the gown up in front of me. “Yep. Looks great, right?” This is my ticket out of here.

“But you have to try it on,” Jenny says.

I look at my watch. “Don’t have time. I’ll try it on at home. If it doesn’t fit, I’ll bring it back and get another size.”

May points her finger at me. “You’d better do it right away. We’re running out of time. The wedding is next week.”

I nod. “I know, I know. Remember? I’m a bridesmaid. I’m central to this entire production.”

May surprises me with a hug. Then Jenny joins in and makes it a group thing. I sigh, letting the dress dangle off to the side.

“In a week you’re going to be my sister!” May squeals.

I frown over her shoulder. “How’s that?”

Both girls pull away and grin at me. I never thought they looked that much alike before, but seeing them side by side with both of them wearing those silly smiles on their faces, I can see it now. It makes me wonder if my babies are going to look exactly alike or if they’ll be fraternal twins.

Jenny answers my question. “You’re practically a sister to Ozzie, so that makes you practically May’s sister-in-law when she’s married, which will make you my practically-sister-in-law.”

“I’m not sure your family chart will hold up under scrutiny.” I’m quoting words I’ve heard my brother use when he’s talking about evidence. Will it hold up under scrutiny? is always the question he’s asking when we hand in our reports.

May waves her hand in the air, effectively dismissing my negative comments. “It doesn’t matter what the law says; it only matters what the heart says.” She places her hand on my shoulder and stares at me. “You will be my sister in less than one week, so you’d better get used to it. I advise you to just embrace this and not fight it.”

I laugh. “Trust me, I know you well enough to know that it’s pointless to fight you on anything you get stuck in your head.”

She drops her hand from my shoulder and smiles. “See? You get me. I knew we would come to an understanding eventually.” She turns her attention to her real sister. “Are we all set with the bachelorette party?”

“What bachelorette party?” I ask.

“Lunch at my house the day before,” Jenny says. “No big parties for this fiancée.” She jabs her thumb in May’s direction. “She’s pregnant, so we’re not allowed to have too much fun, unlike the men.”

“The men?” I ask. This is all news to me.

“Yeah. The guys are going to some bar tonight. I thought you knew,” May answers.

I shrug. “Lucky didn’t tell me anything about it.” There’s no reason for him to do that, really; we haven’t laid claim to one another, even though we’ve spent every night of the last three weeks together at the house.

I have to work at not being annoyed. I switch my focus back to May’s shindig at Jenny’s. “You can still have a stripper if you’re pregnant, you know.”

The two sisters open their mouths but nothing comes out.

“I was just joking. Relax.” Kind of joking.

Jenny puts her finger on her chin and looks up at the ceiling, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I don’t know . . . Maybe we could do it.”

“Don’t you dare.” May has lowered her voice to a whisper and she’s looking around as if making sure no one has heard her.

I can’t resist; I raise my voice so I can be heard across the entire store. “I think a stripper is a great idea, May! Great suggestion! Do you want the same Village People group that