Free One Wild Night by Kirsty Moseley Page B

now, settling back into their seats,
and it was clear the night was finally over. I breathed a sigh of relief that I
had gotten to keep my hair – well, the stuff on my head, anyway. I was also
secretly glad it wasn’t me who got a ‘no entry’ tattoo on my ass, because that
would have been hard to explain to the little missus on our honeymoon.
    “Are we done now?” the driver called over his shoulder. “I
was only booked until six o’clock, so am I dropping you guys off at another bar
or taking people home now?”
    I smiled gratefully that he seemed to have suggested exactly
what was on my mind. “Home now, thanks,” I called before anyone could suggest
one more drink somewhere else. The driver nodded and turned to start dropping
people off.
    Because we dropped everyone else off first, it took almost
forty minutes before we pulled up at Ashton’s apartment. My dad, George, me,
Ashton and Seth were all sleeping at Ashton’s, so we drunkenly staggered up the
aisle of the minibus. My dad and Seth both had an arm around George’s waist as
they headed off the minibus, supporting most of his weight because he was still
slightly out of it and was barely able to keep his eyes open. I was about ready
to pass out myself.
    “Bye, and thanks for driving us. You rock, Mr Driver Man!” I
chirped, staggering over to give him a hug, spilling some of my beer down his
back.
    He frowned and nodded, laughing uncomfortably. “Sure. And
good luck with the marriage. I was married once. Didn’t work out too well,” he
replied, shrugging.
    “Maybe your wife wasn’t as hot as mine is?” I suggested.
Then I immediately realised what I’d said. I’d just insulted this guy’s
ex-wife. Wow, I need to stop drinking. I slapped my forehead, which made
my ears ring as I shook my head apologetically. “That was wrong. Bad, bad Nate.
Sorry. Didn’t mean to say that out loud. Not that it probably isn’t true
because my wife is a hottie, but yeah, I shouldn’t have insinuated your ex wasn’t
attractive,” I rambled before slapping my forehead again. I need to shut the
hell up! I looked over at Ashton pleadingly, hoping he’d punch me just to
stop me talking.
    He smiled and threw his arm around my neck, pulling me
towards the door of the bus. “Thanks for driving us around. Excuse my best
friend, he gets verbal diarrhoea when he drinks,” Ashton stated, laughing
wickedly.
    I rolled my eyes, and we both crashed into the side of the
bus as we tried to climb out together and there wasn’t enough room for two to
get out of the door. We both snickered, and he shoved me through first, making
me stumble and run to catch up with my feet.
    I laughed as he practically jumped on my back, his arm way
too tight around my neck to be comfortable as he rubbed his hand in my hair,
knowing that I hated that. “Can’t believe you’re getting married tomorrow,” he
chirped. “Well, actually it’s today now!”
    I grinned and imagined turning up at the church in a few
hours, seeing my little boy walking down the aisle carrying the rings, then
seeing the love of my life in what was sure to be a hot wedding dress. The
damn thing had better be hot with the amount we’re spending on it!
    I burst into song, singing ‘I’m getting married in the
morning, ding dong the bells are gonna shine,’ at the top of my lungs, which
gained us a few weird looks from the few people stupid enough to be out at this
time of the morning. Ashton laughed and shook his head, “It’s ‘ding dong the
bells are gonna chime’ , you dumbass. Not shine! Why would you be singing
about bells shining?” he asked, looking at me like I was stupid.
    I frowned. “Really?”
    He nodded in confirmation as we both immediately raced for
the elevator, practically pushing Seth, my dad and George out of the way as we
both jumped in and jabbed the button for his floor at the same time. When the
other three went to step in with us, we laughed and pushed them back out,
Ashton hitting