Dream Chaser (Dream Team, #2)(102)

And I was a mess.

“You’re a mess,” Pepper declared.

Juno giggled.

Hattie, by the by, had declined to come with us.

Hattie, by the by, as reported by the girls, showed up at work just in time to get tarted up and go out onstage, pull on some clothes and took off right after, because, by the by, Hattie had suddenly become very busy.

Doing what, by the freaking by, none of us knew.

Even though we’d asked.

Repeatedly.

“What if they don’t like me?” I asked, folding a new pair of kinda-ripped skinny jeans (that would go with a new pair of fawn-colored, open-toed, high-heel booties, a close-fitting white ribbed tank, and a pale pink lightweight slouchy boyfriend cardie).

“They’re gonna love you,” Evie said.

“And who cares if they don’t like you?” Pepper added. “Boone likes you.”

Such was my buzzing freak-out, I suddenly homed in on Pepper and shrieked, “Who cares if they like me? I care!”

“Babe, relax.”

This came from the door where Mag was standing.

“For Evie and all of womankind, please take this in, a man telling a woman to relax almost always has the opposite effect on that woman,” I educated him.

His lips quirked, he ignored what I said, and stated, “I’ve met Boone’s folks a couple of times. They’re solid. They’re ridiculously adjusted. They really dig their son. And not to creep you out or anything, but you remind me a lot of his mom.”

“Gross,” Pepper muttered.

“Danny,” Evie whispered urgently.

“It’s not a bad thing and you’ll get me when you meet his mom,” Mag told me and smiled. “So obviously, his dad is gonna like you.”

“Gross,” Pepper repeated.

Juno giggled.

Evie rolled her eyes.

“And his mom will too,” Mag finished.

“He’s the one,” I laid it out for Mag.

“I’m gettin’ that,” Mag replied.

“I’m the one for him,” I kept going.

“Totally got that since Boone shared that with us straight when he reamed our asses for being dicks to you,” Mag said.

Yikes.

Though also not yikes because…how sweet.

“I’m still kinda ticked at Danny that he did that,” Evie told Pepper.

“I get that,” Pepper told Evie.

“He wasn’t mean to me,” I said to Evie. “He was just distant and backing his boy.”

“It’s still not cool,” Evie replied.

“Whatever,” Mag cut in. “It’s done. What I’m saying is, even if the impossible happens, and Boone’s folks don’t like you, Pepper’s right, he does. They’ll see that, so if they don’t, you’d never know.”

But I felt the blood drain out of my face when he suggested they might not like me.

Which was probably why Evie snapped, “Danny!”

“I said it was impossible,” Mag said to Evie.

“You shouldn’t have mentioned it at all,” Evie returned.

“Okay, we need to stop talking about this,” I announced. “I need to focus. I need to pack. I need to meditate. I need to take a shot of tequila. I need to rethink my outfit for tonight. I need a Valium.”

“Your outfit is fantastic,” Pepper said, scooting off my bed. “If you change it, you’re crazy.”

Juno scooted off with her and came to me. “You always look super pretty, Rinz.”

Right.

Well, there you go.

I wasn’t all better.

But I was a little better.

I smiled down at her. “Thanks, honey.”

“We’re outta here,” Pepper declared, taking Juno’s hand. “I’d say knock ’em dead, but I already know you will,” she said to me.

She gave me a wink.

Juno gave me a wave.

And they took off.

“Are you gonna survive?” Mag asked after they disappeared.

“If you don’t stop being a smartass, I’m going to tell Boone you’ve been mean to me,” I replied.

Mag started laughing and then he went back to the living room.

That wasn’t the threat I thought it would be.

So noted.

“I’ll help you pack,” Evie offered, and then she too scooted off the bed.

She helped me pack. She then hung with me while I redid my makeup (not too much, but definitely making an effort), put some flowy loose curls in my hair, donned the not-ripped skinny jeans that were ankle length, topped that with a creamy, off-the-shoulder blouse that flared out at bell sleeves, a slender necklace that sat at the base of my throat, and nude strappy sandals.

When I was done, it was time.

So off we went to Boone’s.

And after we dropped my bag, Evie and Mag took me downtown to Jax Fish House.

After offering me encouragement, Evie stayed in the car as Mag walked me in.

And after he got us in the door and located Boone, he bent his head and said in my ear, “It’s gonna go great, Ryn.”

I looked up at him.

He smiled down at me.

“Hey,” Boone greeted, obviously also having seen us and meeting me at the door.