Noah's office smelled like leather and coffee. Leighton sat cross-legged in the chair across from his desk, laptop balanced on her knees. Spreadsheets covered the screen. Color-coded tabs for different events.
"So the joint thing first," she said. "Brewery tour and dinner. Then we split up for the actual bachelor and bachelorette nights."
Noah leaned back. Rolled his pen between his fingers. "Marcus wants the traditional strip club nonsense. I already told him no."
"Chloe wants the same. Also a hard no from me."
"We're very mature."
"Or very boring." She grinned. "What about a poker night? Whiskey tasting?"
"Perfect. Low-key. No one gets arrested." He made a note. "For Chloe's night, what are you thinking?"
"Spa day. Wine bar. Maybe karaoke if we're feeling brave." She scrolled thro
