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right now? Trying to stifle a giggle, I turn my attention back to Alana who now has her glass raised in the air.
    “Everyone raise your glasses to my beautiful soon-to-be daughters-in-law. I hope you both are blessed with a lifetime of happiness … and hot incredible sex. And babies! Lots and lots of babies. I want more grandchildren!”
    Well if that isn’t pressure, I don’t know what is.
    Once she’s finished with her impromptu speech and everyone has toasted mine and Mia’s happy marriages and hot incredible sex, she chugs the last of her champagne with her penis straw before asking for another glass.
    I turn to Jo who is looking at me with a knowing smile. She raises her glass to her lips, but before she takes a sip of her sparkling champagne, she says, “Welcome to the family.”
    Yep. Welcome to the family.
    I’m almost a little too terrified to find out if she means that in a good or a bad way.

    Once we have all been pampered and our nails have been splashed with a little color, we head to this cute little Italian restaurant for dinner before we’re driven to a club in central Dallas.
    The whole group is definitely a little buzzed, especially Ashton’s mom, who spent the entire limo ride throwing back champagne while singing the chorus to ‘Build Me Up Buttercup’ on a repeat. I have a feeling we’ll be carrying her from the limo at the end of the night.
    I’m also a little drunk and after the few cocktails I had at the restaurant, they are definitely flowing in all the right places. It’s been a while since I’ve really been able to let my hair down and it feels fantastic. Well … except for the sinking pit in my stomach every time I look in Riley’s direction.
    God, there is just something about her that I don’t like. I’ve felt it since the moment I locked eyes on her earlier today.
    I keep telling myself that I’m jealous because she’s Ashton’s ex and they have a history together before he and I even existed, but it’s more than that. I just don’t know exactly what that actually consists of. All I know is that I don’t like her, and something in my gut is telling me to be wary of her. And my gut instinct is usually right. I think that’s why it has my mind in a complete spin. A hurricane of fierce jealousy and irrational fire. It doesn’t help that she is insanely beautiful, with a body that a supermodel would die for.
    I know I’m being ridiculous to feel like this because I know Ashton loves me and wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. We have a relationship built on trust, and I do trust him—with both my heart and my daughter’s. But fuck, being around Riley is beginning to bring out some tiresome emotions that I’ve never felt before. I’ve never felt the intense burning in my stomach, the nausea that has my heart slamming against my chest, or the immense anger that soars through my veins. Surely, it can’t be normal to feel like this.
    I’m jolted to my senses at the sound of loud music vibrating all around me, and that’s when I realize we’re being guided through the entrance towards the VIP section of the low-lit club. When we approach the roped-off area, it takes only a few simple words from Riley and the guy securing the area unhooks the rope and lets us through. We all take a seat and within seconds a waitress comes over to take our drinks order. When we each have a drink in our hands, Riley turns to us with a wicked gleam in her eyes and immediately I’m dreading what she has up her sleeve as she begins to hand each of us a card.
    “We’re playing truth or dare. I’ve given each of you a card. Each card has a truth question on the back of it. You are required to answer whatever the card asks you. If you don’t answer or answer truthfully , you will have to forfeit with a dare and a shot.” Just as Riley says this, the waitress returns with a tray of shots and places them on the table in front of us.
    “Who wants to go first?”
    While everyone else gives