CHAPTER THIRTY
They talked Ruger out of music in favor of getting the work done quickly. The women were still organizing food, and the men were in their trucks, preparing to pick up the items needed for that night. Pru was outside on the driveway handing out final lists to the men of what tasks had to be completed and when they should be home for.
“Pru really knows what she’s doing,” Suzette said. “She’s a real godsend.”
“She’s been wrangling those males for years,” Lyssa said. “She is well-practiced.”
“Something you’ll be in a couple of years,” Layla said to her.
“Oh, Lyssa already knows how to push all of their buttons,” Bri said. “Reading people is something she does well.”
“It’s in the job description,” Lyssa said, taking the trays of completed canapés over to the counter to be c
