Emily's POV
The van was a whirlwind of chaos, laughter, and thumping bass. The moment I stepped inside, the stripper—whose name I learned was Jake—was already in full swing, his firefighter uniform clinging to him in all the right places. He had this cocky grin that screamed trouble, and I could tell he was going to make this a night to remember.
"Welcome, bride-to-be!" Jake said, his voice smooth as he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the center of the van. The music was so loud I could feel it in my chest, and the other girls—Tessa, Mary, and a few others from the pack—were already cheering and clapping.
I felt my cheeks flush as Jake started dancing around me, his movements fluid and deliberate. He was good, I'll give him that. Too good. I tried to keep my composure, but it was har
