“I still think you should have a wedding reception,” Eloise said.
“You just want an excuse to eat cake,” Lucy told her friend.
“You can eat cake at Jane’s wedding,” Salem said. “When she and my dad finally get around to discussing the wedding date.”
A beautiful diamond engagement ring flashed on Jane’s ring finger. “We’ve discussed it, but don’t have definitive plans yet.” She looked at me. “And at the rate things are going, Poet might be having a wedding before me.”
All eyes turned toward me in eager curiosity.
“Let me open the bookstore first, will ya?” I asked with a wry smile.
“I’ve seen the way Brooks looks at you,” Hadley said.
“We all have,” Gracie said. “That man is doing everything in his power not to jump the gun and scare you off.”
“He already moved in with me,” I drawled. “I don’t think our timeline is what anyone would consider normal.”
“If you pull a Salem, I’ll kill you,” Wyn stated from her spot across the room. She was sitting on the fireplace hearth bench with Lucy next to her.
“I won’t pull a Salem,” I said with an eye roll.
“Good,” Wyn said.
“Are you going to tell us the sex of the baby?” Gracie asked, directing the question at Salem. “Or are we all going to be surprised?”
“It’s a girl,” Salem said with a wide smile.
“You and Hadley are both having girls,” Eloise squealed. “How fun!”
“Have names been discussed?” Lucy asked.
“Yes,” Hadley said, shooting a glance at her twin.
“What’s that look for?” Wyn demanded.
“We had to talk about some family name stuff. We worked it out,” Hadley explained. “And we’re all happy.”
“And your husbands?” Wyn asked. “Are they happy?”
“If we’re happy, they’re happy,” Salem said with a smirk. “But yeah, they’re happy with the name choices.”
Wyn looked at Muddy. “Do you know the names?”
“Why would you think I know?” Muddy asked.
“Uh, cause you’re Muddy and you know everything,” Wyn stated.
Muddy looked at me when she replied, “Yeah, I do.”
A ripple of unease went through me, but I couldn’t say why. Thankfully, no one else seemed to notice Muddy’s pronouncement.
“You really don’t know?” Wyn asked.
“I have an idea,” Muddy said with a smile. “But nothing concrete.”
“That’s a first,” Wyn muttered.
“Who’s ready for cupcakes?” Salem asked. “And by who, I meanI’mready for cupcakes.”
