She remembered that night because her cousin Jenny had stunned both their parents by announcing she was a lesbian, then attending the prom with another girl. Eliza had spent the entire evening dancing close to Bobby, rubbing up against his erection and wondering what on earth had possessed her sensible cousin to give up cock forever.Now, twenty-four years later, Eliza still believed in the magic the mighty male rod could conjure. So if someone had told her that the night before her daughter's wedding Eliza would be in bed with a sixty-seven-year-old crone who snored like a drunken sailor wielding a chainsaw, she'd have laughed until her sides hurt.Well, she wasn't laughing now.A thunderous snore rattled the bed frame. Eliza held her breath and fought back a shudder. She should have never agreed to spend the night at Cowboy's Hideaway. When Marissa had told her she wanted the entire wedding party to have a joint sleepover, Eliza should have looked her darling daughter square in the eye and told her in no uncertain terms she wasn't doing it.
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