Or Bri, who is just as funny but since she’s been all but adopted by Luna and Aiden has sworn to never—ever—speak of anything to do with their sex life.
And it’s not Kailey, who’s married to Smitty, the team’s resident loudmouth, either. Yeah, she doesn’t often get a word in, what with his personality and all, but she’s funny—her sense of humor wicked and dry in equal measure.
Instead, it’s Faye.
Quiet, romance author Faye Sullivan.
Who has a dirty mind, apparently.
I love that for her.
Same as I love how happy she is with her hockey captain boyfriend.
Luna’s head swivels toward Faye. “Oh, you dirty, dirty girl.”
“I mean,” Bri says, “she does write about it.”
Kailey giggles.
Hell, who am I kidding? I’m giggling too.
It feels nice to do something normal like Book Club—though it’s less about the actual books, much to the chagrin of Faye—and more about hanging out, shooting the shit, and unwinding with empty carbs and mocktails.
This is in consideration of the two preggo women amongst our ranks.
Meanwhile, they don’t know that I actually make it three now.
I spread my hand out on my belly.
How is a baby growing inside me?
“Anyway,” Luna says through another bite of quiche and I quickly shift, reaching for my mocktail. Faye, as a surprise to no one, is as good at crafting cocktails as she is at baking. I take a big sip, reveling in the sweet of the mango, the tart of the raspberry puree, the slight bite of the bubbles from the club soda.
Yum.
“Anyway what?” Kailey asks.
“Anyway,” Luna repeats, drawing out the word in such a way that I drag my attention from the dried flowers Faye had artistically placed on the surface of the mocktail and look over at her.
Then realize she’s staring at me.
“What’s up?” I ask, resisting the urge to slink out of the room.
Luna has that look in her eyes—the one that Aiden says calls forth her Luna Magic.
The one that turned me from caterer to kind-of-friend…and now into a woman who’s attending her third book club ever.
Even though I didn’t read the book.
“What’s up?” she asks. “What’s. Up?”
“Um,” Faye begins. “Luns?—”
“What’s up?” She tosses her hands out to the side, sloshing the mocktail over the rim of her glass. “Shoot. Now I’m wasting Faye’s deliciousness?—”
“Tell that to Gray,” Bri chimes in.
Luna grins at her. “Nice.” Then sobers as Kailey tosses her a napkin and she bends with a grunt to swipe at her mess. “But don’t try and distract me. That one—” She jabs a finger in my direction. “Is off.”
