“Should we warn him?” Edie asked.
“Nah. He needs to get laid.” Gretchen tilted her head and glanced at Edie. “Speaking of groomsmen and such . . . Levi dropped out of the wedding, you know. Said it was harshing his free spirit. I think he’s still sulking over Bianca dumping him. He told Hunter he was going to vacation in Europe for a few months and to pick someone else.”
“Oh, no.” Edie frowned. “Are you short a groomsman? I feel like we’re responsible.”
“Don’t worry,” Gretchen said. “Among Hunter’s band of merry men, I’m sure someone has a younger brother somewhere.” She winked. “This is still going to be the most spectacular—or spectacularly awful—wedding of the year. Just you wait.”
Edie believed it. Gretchen never did things halfway. “Well, I’m sorry if I hooked up with one of your groomsmen.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Gretchen told her. “You’re not the only one getting herself a little some-some from one of Hunter’s buddies. Didn’t you hear about the others?” At Edie’s shake of her head, Gretchen’s eyes widened. “Girl, have I got stories to tell you . . .”