Four Week Fiance (Four Week Fiance #1)(37)

“The beer did.” TJ laughed as he swigged from his bottle.

“And I hope I was a small influence,” Barbie said, swaying her hair in the wind as she stood there with a bottle of water in her hand, her breasts bouncing in her hot pink halter top. Once again she was wearing no bra. I wanted to tell her she might as well have kept her bikini on or just gone topless, but I stopped myself. Knowing Barbie as well as I did already, I knew she would go topless in a heartbeat and that would piss me off even more.

“Should we start a collection?” Sally whispered in my ear as she pointed at Barbie.

“I think we’re the only ones who would put anything in.” I giggled as I whispered back to her. “I think she’s allergic to bras.”

“You’re right.” Sally laughed loudly this time. “I think I read about that condition in a medical journal.”

“Because you read medical journals all the time.” I burst out laughing.

“Hey, I read Cosmo and sometimes they have health tips.” She nodded, looking serious.

“Yeah, tips like what should you do if a condom comes off inside of you,” I said and I froze as Troy came up to me.

“You’re looking pretty tonight.” He leaned down and kissed me on the cheek and I could see Sally grinning.

“We still need to talk.” I glared at her, moving my face away from Troy.

“Yes, we do.” She grinned. “You sly dog, you.”

“I’m the sly dog?” I shook my finger at her. “You’re trying to get me into trouble.”

“I think you do that to yourself.” She giggled. “I need to learn from you.”

“Learn what from me?” I groaned.

“What are you two talking about?” Troy looked puzzled as he tried to take my hand, and I stepped away from him.

“Where Barbie should carry her rass to,” Sally said quickly, and Troy looked confused.

“Huh?” he said and I giggled.

“Sally.” I shook my head at her. “Behave.”

“I’m trying,” she said, her brown eyes boring into mine, looking hurt for a few seconds before looking over at Cody and Barbie.

“What did you say?” Troy said. “I didn’t understand.”

“It wasn’t English,” I said. “It’s a Caribbean term,” I said knowledgeably, feeling like some sort of smarty-pants.

“You’re Caribbean?” He looked at Sally in surprise.

“No.” She shook her head. “But I have family from Guyana, so I’ve been there several times, and to Jamaica, Barbados, St. Lucia and Antigua.”

“Wow.” Troy looked impressed. “I’ve always wanted to go to the Bahamas to gamble.”

“Oh, okay.” Sally nodded, looking confused, and I could tell from the look on her face that she thought Troy was annoying as well and she was going to say something. I knew the look well and knew she couldn’t stop herself. “You want to go to The Bahamas to gamble, and that’s it? Wouldn’t Vegas be a better option? I don’t know that the Bahamas is known for its casinos.” She paused and the look she gave him would have made a smarter man blanch.

“Well, I’m pretty good at blackjack. Last year I won fifty dollars playing Bingo at my grandma’s retirement home.” He looked proud of himself.

“Uh?” Sally frowned. “Sorry, I don’t get the connection between blackjack and Bingo?”

“Well, my grandma’s friends told me they thought I’d kill at the blackjack tables with my bingo skills,” he said and I had to stop myself from groaning. He was such a dumbass. I wondered where Sally had found him.

“Oh, okay.” Sally nodded.

“And I did win fifty bucks,” he continued, “so if I keep on winning big, I’ll soon be a millionaire.”

“I suppose, one one dutty does build damn.” Sally nodded, rolling her eyes.

“Huh?” Troy looked confused and looked at me. “What’s that?”

“Another Guyanese term.” I grinned, well versed in the different terms Sally used. “It means that the pennies add up and soon you have a lot of money.”

“Oh, I won fifty dollars,” he said, looking at Sally, “not pennies.”

“It’s figurative. Not literal,” Sally said and sighed, looking over at Cody. “Hey, you guys ready? I’m ready for some games.”

“Let’s do it,” TJ said and I looked over at him and blushed as he winked at me.

“I know I’m excited,” Troy said, hurrying over to the fire and sitting on the ground. He patted the seat next to him and looked over at me, but I looked the other way and hurried to the other side to sit next to Cody.


“So how are we going to do this?” Cody said, drinking beer and leaning back. My brother looked flushed and handsome, and I could see both Barbie and Sally admiring him. I bit my lower lip as I saw Cody looking back at Barbie. I sure hoped that he wasn’t going to do anything to hurt Sally’s feelings.

“We’ll all write our names on a piece of paper,” TJ said. I looked over at him in surprise, not expecting him to be the one in charge of setting up the game of truth or dare. “And we’ll all write a few dares and put it into a different hat when people pick dares. When someone picks truth, one person will get to ask them a question.”