More Than Physical (The Physical Series Book Book 2) by Sierra Hill Page A

just so tired hashing out the plans of this goddamn wedding. I had no idea it would be this much work. There’s so many things to consider. And while I absolutely adore Margo, she’s taking her mother-in-law responsibilities a bit too far.”
    Sasha wheeled her desk chair in front of Rylie, placing her hands on her friend’s knees for support and emphasis.
    “You don’t have to do this alone, Ry. You know that, right? Didn’t Mitch even offer to hire a wedding planner for you? Why are you being so bitch-ass stubborn and not getting help? It would take the pressure off so you could just enjoy this perfect moment in your life.”
    Rylie lifted her head from the couch, shrugging her shoulders in defiance. “I know. I’m being stubborn. I guess a part of me just doesn’t want to hand over the reins to someone else. It is my wedding, after all. And someone else might not appreciate the things I like or want.”
    Sasha understood what Rylie was saying. They’d had the conversation a week earlier when they’d gone dress shopping and since then, Sasha had backed off on giving Rylie any unsolicited advice. Rylie was her own person and she didn’t need to hear about what she should do or could do with her wedding. It was important to her that she have the wedding that was just right for her tastes and own unique style.
    Although they were vastly different, Sasha and Rylie were the closest that two women could be. Rylie never really knew her own mother, so in many ways, Sasha filled that void with the feminine advice and counsel she’d given her over the years. And Rylie was the calm to Sasha’s chaotic and self-induced crazy lifestyle. And then there was Mark, their male counterpart, who was the foundation of their friendship. The Three Amigos.
    “Well, here’s what I think we should do. Let’s go have a little spa treatment this weekend. Forget everything else except getting our bodies worked over and then pampered by Dominic. He knows exactly how to make a girl feel good.”
    “Oh my God, did you sleep with him, too? I thought he was gay?”
    Sasha gave her a coy smile. “I’ll never tell,” she said in her sing-song high shrill. “But I think he’s more bi- than gay. And the hands on that man…”
    Winking at Rylie, who had both hands covering her ears in a display of faux disbelief, Sasha turned back to her desk to pick up her phone, pressing the number of her favorite spa on her speed-dial.
    “Fine, go ahead and book the appointments. But I think Mitch wants the four of us to go together to that awards event on Saturday night. Mitch and Jax are being honored for the work they’ve been doing. Did Jax ask you yet?”
    Sasha’s hand tightened around the phone, her brain telling her not to let it drop.
    “No, he hasn’t. But why in the world would Jackson ask me to go as his date? Wouldn’t he much rather go with someone more, oh I don’t know, demure and less likely to kick him in the balls than me?”
    Sasha remembered the last time they were at a charity event together, well over a year before, the night all hell broke loose between Rylie and Mitch. That was the first time Sasha had been introduced to Jackson and they’d spent the night in search of Rylie, who had run off after seeing Mitch with another woman.
    It was quite the debacle, and even more so since Sasha had been quite drunk that night and upset over her friend’s disappearance. To say that Sasha made a scene at the event was an understatement. Jackson, who had paired up with Sasha in search of Rylie, was tense and visibly embarrassed over Sasha’s behavior.
    Looking back on it now, Sasha herself was more than a bit mortified over how she conducted herself that night – narrowly avoiding a fist-fight with another party guest, yelling and shouting F-bombs at every passerby, and even stumbling down a flight of stairs.
    So, yeah. She didn’t think Jackson would ever want to live through another night like that again with her – not now or