“Oh, that looks delicious,” Sommer says, reaching in for a slice of kiwi and getting her hand smacked. “Ouch!”
“Get your own food, woman.”
Lizzie looks around with a smile, but it quickly falls away. “Wait, we have an extra chair at our table. I set this for five.”
I fight a smile just as the door opens. “I’m here!”
Lizzie gasps and flies up from her seat, making a mad dash for her sister, Emberlyn. “What are you doing?” she asks.
Em laughs, giving her a fierce hug. “I decided to drop in for a little sister time. I’m painting with you.”
You can tell Lizzie’s struggling to keep up, because her face falls. “We’re full, but you can take my spot,” she says, leading her eighteen-year-old sister toward our table.
“You silly goose, I’m Jane Dough!”
“What?”
Em rolls her eyes. “I had Collin add me to the list as soon as it went live. You’re looking at Miss Jane Dough.”
We all laugh as Lizzie finally catches on. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
“And staying the night upstairs,” Em says, dropping down onto the sixth chair.
Lizzie’s eyes are filled with tears. I know she’s missed her sister this past year, especially since she’s been away at college. Having her sister surprise her was just what the doctor ordered. “Hold on,” she says, spinning around and running off.
We all turn to watch as she races behind the bar and throws herself into Collin’s waiting arms. He plants a huge kiss on her lips as the whole bar cheers. “Gross,” I mutter, goodheartedly.
When she returns, she’s grinning from ear to ear. “Come on, ladies. Let’s paint.”
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
Quinn
“You’re drooling.”
Ignoring my best friend’s comment, I take a sip of my Coke and try to keep my attention on those around me. Clearly I’m failing, if Camden notices. “Where’s Laura?”
“Meeting up with her later,” he replies with a grin. “She was going shopping with her mom.”
“How’s that going?” I ask, stealing a glance toward the paint party going on across the room.
“Fine, I guess. Trying to take it slow, you know.”
“Because she’ll get the wrong idea and start planning the wedding if you don’t?”
He winces. “She’s very…passionate about the future.”
My eyebrows arch.
“Yeah, I know,” he responds, taking another drink of beer. “Anyway, Cade said he’d drive us home. Why aren’t you drinking?”
I shrug and grab a handful of popcorn from the bowl. “Just not feeling it tonight.” I can sense his eyes on me, but I keep my focus on watching Collin serve drinks. Cade slipped back therea few times to help fill the cooler so Lizzie didn’t have to be interrupted during paint night, but other than that, the oldest Miller has done a damn good job keeping up with customers.
“Oh. Fuck,” Camden mutters under his breath.
“What?”
