“You want to go see if she’s decent?” I asked Morgan.
She groaned. “This is what I get for being the only other girl.”
I opened the door for her, and she hiked up her dress and stormed out. I knew she wasn’t happy about having to spend the next twelve-plus hours with seven other girls she didn’t know or like, plus Miranda, but there was nothing I could do about it. Trying to convince Sutton to do anything was like trying to move a mountain. She might be tiny, but she was a firecracker.
I grabbed the bottle of whiskey out of Landon’s hands before he and Austin could finish it. Leaving the two of them alone with alcohol would guarantee a disaster. Then, I rummaged through my bag and found the group of shot glasses I’d brought with me. I was setting them up right when Sutton returned with Morgan.
“Hey, y’all!” Sutton said, flouncing into the room with a skip in her step. “Morgan said you needed me for something important.”
I hefted the bottle of Four Roses Single Barrel whiskey at her. “Your brothers tried to drink the bottle before you got here, but I thought, a toast?”
She sagged in disappointment. “You know I can’t have that.”
I grinned devilishly and then grabbed a bottle of apple juice that I’d tucked away, knowing she couldn’t drink. “How about this?”
“Yes! Make mine a double,” she told me.
I laughed and poured out the shots. She was definitely part of the family. Addictive personalities ran in the Wright line. I had my fair share of vices, but I was lucky that alcohol wasn’t one of them.
“Annnd,” Sutton drawled out, “while I have you here, Jensen, I wanted to run one teensy little thing by you.”
She widened her big blue eyes like she was about to ask me for a million dollars. She’d been giving me that same look for years. Once, it was a blowout sweet sixteen to rival that TV show My Super Sweet 16. Another time, it was for a trip to Europe with all her sorority sisters. I couldn’t imagine what more she could want from me right now. We’d put together her wedding in six weeks, and she was flying first class to Cabo for two weeks. Still, she was upset that I wouldn’t give her the jet.
“Oh no,” I muttered. “What is it?”
“Look, I was talking to Maverick last night, and I know that he already signed the prenup, but—”
My face instantly hardened. “No.”
“I didn’t even ask anything!”
“I know what you’re going to ask, and the answer is no.”
“But it’s silly, Jensen. Really! He’s the love of my life. We’re going to spend eternity together. A prenup is ridiculous. It’s a bad way to enter a marriage. If you’re thinking about how it’s going to end before it even starts, then what does that say about a person?”
Morgan, Austin, and Landon had all gone still behind her. They could probably read the fury on my face. I didn’t want to blow up on her on her wedding day, but I was dangerously close to doing so.
“You are worth a small fortune, Sutton. And I don’t give a fuck who you’re marrying. You get a prenup to protect yourself in case something happens. Thinking about the future is a way to ensure that you are not getting scammed. No matter how much somebody loves you.”
“But, Jensen—” Sutton said, trying to reason with me.
“Sutton,” Austin said, cutting in, “do you really want to do this right now? I mean, Jensen and Landon both had a prenup. No one marries a Wright without it.”
“That’s right,” I said, silently thanking Austin for his backup.
“Plus, you’re only twenty-one,” Morgan said. “Who knows what could happen?”
“Oh, wow. Thanks, Morgan,” Sutton grumbled.
“I didn’t mean that Maverick isn’t ‘the one,’” she said with air quotes. “I just mean, Jensen didn’t think he’d divorce Vanessa under any circumstances and look what happened.”
I gritted my teeth at the mention of my ex-wife. Vanessa Hendricks wasn’t a name that was usually brought up in polite conversation. But she certainly was a cautionary tale as to why a prenup was necessary.
“If Maverick really wants to throw out the prenup, I’d be happy to talk to him about it,” I said to Sutton with raised eyebrows.
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not that stupid. You’d scare him half to death.”
“Well, if he’s trying to take you for your money, then he’d deserve it.”
“Okay, fine. I get it. I just thought I’d ask. Maverick and I had a long talk about it.”
“I bet,” Landon muttered under his breath.
“Anyway, shots!” Sutton cried.
I passed out shots of whiskey to Austin, Landon, and Morgan and then handed Sutton the shot of apple juice.
I raised my glass high. “To Sutton, on the happiest day of her life and to many more amazing years to come.”