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"Does Cal want to reconcile?"
Abigail shrugged. "Probably. He hinted about making things up to me."
Jake's eyebrows lifted.
"Yeah, but that ship sailed... to California with Morgan. He's not coming home. At least not to me."
''Cal's an ass."
"Understatement of the year,” Abigail said, pouring another glass of wine. "You want some?'
"No. I'm meeting Kate over at Ray Ray's in thirty minutes."
"Is she the waitress?”
"No. She's a librarian."
"Oh. Well, maybe she can get you to read a book. So what's up?"
"Well, it's ironic you already mentioned it, but I came by to warn you. I overheard Cal talking to Merv at the general store and he said something about finishing the work on the cabins."
"My cabins?"
"I'm assuming. It was so strange. Like going back five years. To hear him tell it, he was already living here. He even made a nagging wife joke about you.”
"He what?"
"He said, 'Better get going on this before the wife calls a contractor."'
Abigail didn't have the words. The nerve of that man, thinking he could step into his old life and no one would say boo about it, much less her. "He's lost his marbles."
Jake strolled over to the scones. "I just thought you ought to know so you’re prepared."
"First, I find out my child obtained her sexual education fromHustler,and now Cal's going around town acting like he's still my husband. The hits just keep on coming." She might have to open a new bottle of wine.
"You have a lot going on. I'm sorry." Jake shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Thanks. I'll talk to Cal. And Birdie. And if there's anyone else who needs some counseling, send them on over."
"I may need some counseling on finding the G-spot...but I guess I can ask Birdie about that.”
"You are evil," Abigail said, throwing a dish towel at him.
"Of course." Jake caught it and wiggled his eye brows before tossing the dish towel toward the sink. "Oh, I'm bringing Kate to John and Shelby's wedding. Kinda had to with them choosing to have it on Valentine's Day."
“They're getting married in three weeks?"
"Wait, you didn't know? You mean, I know something before you?" Jake moved toward the door, scooping up a few scones to take with him.
"So, are they getting married at the church? I can host the reception. Let me grab my reservation book and-"
Jake paused. “Relax, Mom said she's hosting a small reception at her house."
"But I have all this-"
"Don't," he said, his hand on the doorknob.
"What?"
