The party bus eased to a halt in front of the karaoke bar, neon lights bleeding across the sidewalk as laughter spilled from the doors. The group tumbled out, voices buzzing with energy.
“Are you sure you don’t want a separate bachelorette party, Isobel? We could hunt down some Chippendales,” Bella Rose teased, her grin wicked.
“No, Rose,” Isobel said, looping an arm around Ryder’s waist. “That’s not my style. I want everyone together tonight.”
“Well, what if we just kidnap you and take off? Wren and the guys can drag Ryder somewhere else.”
Ryder planted his boots wide, arms folded across his chest in a stance that carried both rodeo swagger and CEO authority. His grin flashed. “I’d pay good money to see you try.”
Wren chuckled, tugging Bella Rose away before she could reply. “I’m not
