Gypsy Moon

Chapter Five: Sinah

. . . . . . (late June)

Okay, okay. I will admit, I was having a blast, in spite of myself. After the first hour of perfect abs, even the ache in my bad leg couldn't damper my enjoyment. Lilian made instant friends with the flock of bridesmaids and the bride-to-be was a sweet girl marrying her high school sweetheart. I was pretty sure I was going to be deaf forever after tonight, and I think I lost my sense of smell completely, but hey, you only turn nineteen once, right?

The bride-to-be hadn't stopped blushing since the very first dancer took the stage, which worked like a magnet on the performers, her bridesmaids were no help, and I was pretty sure she would faint if another G-string grazed her nose.

Lilian shamelessly bought a private dance from a beefcake dressed up like a fireman. I laughed and waved my hands in refusal when she wanted me to go with her, and I spotted a naughty police officer advancing on the bride-to-be. I caught the attention of a waiter dressed like a butler, I think, and ordered more soda, ready to watch the bride-to-be, by far the funniest thing I'd seen in years.

The music switched to a country song and my head was pounding along with the beat. The bride managed not to faint, so I turned my attention to the stage, grinning at the sight of two of the most beautiful men I had ever seen. They were having a sort of dance-off on the stage. The one dressed like an Indian had borrowed a chair, and a bridesmaid, and had one of his legs over her shoulder. The cowboy leaned lazily against a pole, watching the Indian with hooded eyes.

I looked away from the stage when a stabbing pain shot through my head and my vision blurred. Man, a migraine would really suck right now.

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