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Clara holds up a hand. “I promise you, no one is getting naked. It’ll be tasteful, and just keep your eyes on Griffin, and you’ll be fine.”

“This is going to be fun,” says Emma.

“Yeah, you don’t have to watch your brothers up on stage.” Anya leans against the counter. “I’m going to need blinders or something so I can only see Griffin dance.”

Clara laughs harder. “You’ll enjoy it, and they’re only doing one little number.”

I try to imagine Brock up there. “Do they know about it yet?”

Clara gives a suspicious smile. “Ben and Paxton are talking everyone into it right now.”

“I can’t believe this,” Hartford says.

“I can’t either,” I say, wondering how I’ll feel watching Brock on stage with everyone else. Will Lake be dancing as well? I hope not.

I don’t know if I’m excited to watch Brock dance, or terrified to watch him dance.

All I know is I can’t wait to see him again.

After an hour, the cake is made and beautifully decorated, its intricate designs and vibrant colors a testament to our hard work. February and Emma carefully maneuver it into the walk-in to keep it fresh for the wedding.

“Should we go back to the hotel to get ready for tonight?” Hartford asks, and we all nod in agreement.

“Yeah, I want to ask Griffin if he’ll be dancing for me,” Anya says with a laugh. “Because if he says no, then I won’t be watching.”

Clara, ever the planner, chimes in, “We’ve got the normal dancers performing most of the night, but your men will put on a little five-minute dance for you ladies.” She locks up the Trifecta as we all head out, blending into the bustling energy of the Las Vegas Strip.

The weather is perfect for October—comfortably cool with a light breeze that carries the excitement of the evening ahead. As we walk, I can’t help but think about which dress I’ll wear tonight. I want to make an unforgettable impression on both Brock and Lake, but more than anything, I want Brock to be mesmerized when he sees me.

My nerves start to flutter, and my heart beats rapidly at the thought of Brock dancing for me tonight. The very idea of watching him up on stage, moving just for me, sends a thrill through my body that I can’t quite explain. But it’s there, a simmering anticipation that makes me eager for the night to begin.

Chapter 12

Brock

“I’m sorry, what?” Shepherd asks, laughing incredulously, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“Yeah, I’m not getting up and dancing,” I say firmly, crossing my arms and leaning against the wall for emphasis. My stance leaves no room for negotiation.

Paxton had asked all of us to meet him in the ballroom, the same ballroom where we had those excruciating dance lessons a few days ago. Memories of awkward shuffles and stepped-on toes come flooding back. Only this time, he’s not alone. He’s standing with Hartford’s cousin, Ben, both of them looking far too pleased with themselves.

That’s going to be a big fucking no for me.

“So, here’s the plan,” Paxton begins, his enthusiasm palpable. “We thought it would be fun to surprise Hartford at her bachelorette party tonight with a dance performance.”

Ben nods eagerly. “Yeah, we just need you guys to get on board.”

I look around at the other guys, noting the mix of amusement and horror on their faces. Some are grinning, clearly up for the challenge, while others, like me, are decidedly less enthusiastic. The thought of performing in front of everyone, especially Willow, sends a wave of anxiety through me.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Paxton urges, trying to rally us. “Think of it as a final hurrah before Hartford and I tie the knot.”

Shepherd chuckles, still not entirely convinced. “You really think we can pull this off?”

Ben grins. “With a bit of practice, definitely. And besides, it’s not about perfection. It’s about making Hartford laugh and giving her a night to remember.”

Despite my initial reluctance, I can’t help but feel a tiny spark of curiosity. Maybe, just maybe, this crazy idea might turn out to be worth it.

“We aren’t asking you guys to get up there and strip, or do anything sexual,” Ben says, looking around at everyone.