“Again, I’m never leaving,” Jenna said, sipping a cocktail in the cabana.
“I think Tyler might object to that.”
Jenna grinned at Liz. “He can come live here with me. I’ll open a bar.”
“He might miss hockey,” Savannah suggested.
“Are you suggesting I’m going to have to rethink my plan to relocate to Jamaica?”
“Possibly,” Alicia said.
Jenna sighed. “Damn.”
After spending the morning in the sun and the water, they changed and went shopping at some of the local markets. Jenna bought bracelets, Savannah bought a dress, Alicia bought earrings, and Liz found an exotic perfume she loved. Tara found something for Sam along with a watch for Mick.
They ate, then headed back to the resort. Alicia and Jenna went back to the pool for a couple of hours, but the rest of them took a nap.
Liz could definitely get used to this napping thing. It was decadent.
When it was time to leave for the evening, she took a shower and got dressed, choosing a short white dress and, of course, ridiculously high heels.
She came out to the living room where Tara was waiting with Savannah.
“You women are knockouts,” she said. Tara wore a coral bandage dress, and Savannah a gold strapless. Jenna came out wearing a simple black cocktail dress and sexy matching heels, followed by Alicia in a slinky red number.
“We’re going to kill tonight,” Liz said with a grin.
“You look stunning,” Jenna said. She put her hands on her hips and swiveled around in a circle. “Hell, we all look stunning. Men will be falling at our feet tonight. I’m going to want a lot of photos.”
Tara pulled her phone out of her clutch. “I’ll be the official photographer. At least until I get drunk.”
Liz laughed. “I don’t plan on drinking, so I’ll take the photos.”
“No drinking, again?” Alicia asked. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Someone has to make sure all of you don’t end up in Barbados by the end of the night, carried away by some smooth-talking hottie. I’m the designated babysitter, so the rest of you can party on.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Jenna said, “because I’m ready to have a cocktail.”
After they had a most amazing dinner, they headed to a fantastic nightclub on the premises, with lights, perfect music, and some of the best drinks around. Liz had been here before and she loved this place, plus she knew the manager and the bouncers, so she knew her girls would be well taken care of tonight. And even more, they’d be safe.
They were escorted to their table in the VIP area and ordered drinks. Liz opted for a club soda with lime while the others ordered this and that with rum, of course. It wasn’t long before she saw Sebastian, the manager, making his way toward their table. She got up and hugged him.
“Sebastian.”
“Elizabeth. You look wonderful as usual. And this is your entourage?”
She smiled and introduced all of them one by one to Sebastian. “And this is our bride-to-be, Jenna.”
“Ah, congratulations on your upcoming nuptials. It’s been fifteen years for me and my lovely wife, Vita.”
“How wonderful for you,” Jenna said.
“Is Vita here tonight?” Liz asked.
Sebastian shook his head. “No, she’s home with the children. She’ll be sorry she missed you. And where is your husband?”
“He’s in Las Vegas attending the bachelor party with Jenna’s fiancé.”
Sebastian laughed. “Gambling, yes?”
“Yes. And drinking.”
“Then I’m glad you chose to come here. I’ll make sure you have a good time tonight. Enjoy.”
After their drinks came, Liz turned to them. “Well, what do you think of the place?”
“I think it’s fantastic,” Tara said. “Such a great choice.”
Jenna took a couple deep swallows of her rum concoction, then grabbed Savannah’s hand. “Come on, ladies. What I think is we should be on the dance floor.”
“Oh, Jenna. Wait. You forgot your veil.”
Jenna paused and narrowed her gaze at Tara. “You did not do this to me.”
“Oh, we definitely did,” Alicia said. “You can’t be a bachelorette without having a little fun, and doing a little work. We have a sash for you, and a veil. And we have a bride-to-be to-do list for you tonight.”
“I’m going to kill you. All of you.”
“Yeah, you can do that later. After you check off every item off the list,” Alicia said, handing the list to Jenna.
Jenna perused the list, then looked up at them. “You all suck.”
“And don’t forget, I’ll be here to take pictures. Lots of pictures.”
Jenna glared at Liz. “You suck the most.”
“That’s what Gavin says.”
“Oh, my God, Liz. Does it ever stop?”
Liz laughed. “No. I do enjoy torturing you.”
This was going to be fun. Cheesy, but oh-so-much fun.
***
Two hours later, Jenna had obtained a condom from a stranger, had gotten a guy’s cell phone number, one guy had gleefully given up his boxers to her, one had bought her a drink, one had danced with her, another had let her take a pen and draw a tattoo on his hand, and one had offered up a photo of his girlfriend. A very charming man had even let her call his girlfriend—and the girlfriend had been a really good sport about it once Jenna had explained it was her bachelorette party and she was totally in love with her own fiancé.
Despite being reluctant about the list at first, after a few drinks and the number of shots these guys were buying her, Jenna was totally drunk and fully into completing the tasks.
Which meant Liz was glad she was stone-cold sober and staying glued to Jenna’s side. Savannah and Alicia were off on the dance floor with Tara, who’d also decided to drink on the light side tonight, so at least she had some help, because Alicia and Savannah were feeling no pain. Jenna had warned them about those fruity, fancy rum drinks, but did they listen? No. They were currently swaying on the dance floor, holding on to each other, their once perfect hairstyles now droopy and flat.
They were adorable. Tara was snapping pictures and laughing as she danced around them, and doing a fine job of glaring at any men hoping to take advantage.