Chapter 35
"SO I SAID, DEANNA, we had a party when you married the bastard. We should have a party for cutting him loose," Wendy declared. Or was it Jasmine? Pru had lost track.
"The divorce was officially filed this morning, so here we are," the newly single Deanna announced.
Pru topped off the woman's wine. "Congratulations on your new freedom."
The group of ten women from Nashville had arrived mere minutes after they'd finished prepping the rooms. Flynn had appointed himself bag boy and cheerfully hauled luggage up to the assigned rooms, chatting and flirting the whole way, while Pru and Ari were plating hors d'oeuvres and uncorking some wine. At least three of the women practically swooned on the spot. Not that Pru could blame them. Flynn was sexy as hell on an average day, and when he laid on that Irish charm, no woman could resist him, as evidenced by the fact that Deanna had tried to invite him to drop by her room later.