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“And you got so drunk you wanted to take a midnight swim in the ocean. I saved your life.”
“And don’t think I won’t cut you open with this—” she grabbed the utensil closest to her without looking “—this spoon and shove grapefruit down your throat, Boy Scout.”
“The question is not would you, it’scouldyou, isn’t it?” Laney asked.
Jason curled his hand around Gem’s face, not at all offended by his wife’s threat. “I think it depends on what the spoon is made of.”
“Quality of the metalwork,” Mike added with a nod, and Sam bounced in her seat, giddy at how well he got along with her friends.
Bobby reached for the curved salad tongs. “I’d reckon these could do some damage.”
Gem slid her sunglasses back into place and munched on an orange, while the rest of the group continued their discussion of spoons as a murder weapon.
After making the rounds with the rest of their guests, Bronte and Chris walked over to their table, hand in hand and glowing.
“I see everyone enjoyed themselves last night.” Chris grinned down at Gem.
She gave him the finger in return.
“Mike, I was talking with Fitz earlier,” Chris said, his thumb poised over his shoulder, pointing at where Bronte’s brother sat with his family. “You met him, right?”
He swallowed his bite of quiche. “Yeah, briefly.”
“He’s looking to get back into the gym. I said he should talk to you.”
Mike nodded his thanks.
“I told him how… You know what?” Chris glanced between Sam and Mike. “You want to talk to him now?”
“Yeah,” Bronte agreed. “They’re leaving in a bit, so you might as well.”
Mike tossed a glance to Sam, who smiled encouragingly, before he got up to follow Chris. Bronte took his seat.
“You look extraordinarily happy this morning,” she said to Sam.
“And you look very married this morning.”
In answer, Bronte leaned her chin on her hand, her rings sparkling. “Thank you.”
Bobby’s cell phone buzzed on the table, and he checked the screen before getting up from the table with a, “Hey, mate. No, no, I’m not busy…”
Laney tossed back the rest of her mimosa, her eyes on his retreating back, then put the glass down with a little more force than necessary. “What time are everyone’s flights?”
“Ours is this afternoon,” Jason said, reaching for his coffee cup.
“Gotta get back to the baby,” Gem explained at the chorus of boos that rang out from the girls.
“Mike and I leave first thing tomorrow morning,” Sam said, and Laney blotted at her mouth with a cloth napkin.
“We’re flying to New York City. Bobby has a meeting with some investors, but it’s just a layover for me.”
Sam wanted to ask her about that, but before she could, Jason checked his watch then stood up. “We should go pack, Gemma.”
“No,” she whined. “I can’t. I’m too tired.”
He tugged at her elbow. “Come on.”
“My legs don’t work.”
