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The security system chimes, the group of women flying up the drive with a van following, the half-swoop emblem on the side.
“How much exactly have you ordered?”
“It’s all Black Friday sales, Ford. Everyone knows you can’t ignore the savings.”
Another thing I learned about my girl this week, outside of her love of Christmas, is her die-hard devotion to Thanksgiving sales.
“Plus, I have a whole new family to buy for this year.”
“We don’t do a big gift exchange.”
“How about a few small gifts?”
“That we can do. Tell me how much you spend so I can cover it.”
“Nope.” She shakes her head. “I finally found a way around your chauvinistic ways.”
I’m about to argue when the door swings open and the women stumble in shivering.
“Here’s your package.” Addie puts the box in the corner with the other dozen. “I need to go change and do a load of laundry. Those babies are adorable but messy.”
“Which one got you?” Rowan asks sympathetically.
“Koby.”
“How’s Jewls?”
“Wonder Woman, but I think it’s sinking in that all the parents are leaving soon.” Mom hangs up her coat. “Cindy offered to stay on a while longer to help them, but Major shot down that idea.”
I glance over to Ace, knowing he’s thinking the same. Major is ready to have his family to himself.
“Who wants wine?” Rowan shifts to rise, but I grip her hips.
“They can get it.”
“He’s right, Rowan. We are capable of serving ourselves, but I need to steal you away. While we’re all here, it’s an opportune time to discuss wedding planning.”
“We’re not getting married until after the house is built.”
Irritation stirs in my gut at Rowan’s announcement. All eyes swing to her, a few throats clearing.
“Bullshit,” I deadpan.
“It’s not bullshit. We have too much happening,” she chirps, unaware of the audience’s rapt attention.
“They lay our foundation next week, but it’s winter. There will be weather delays. A construction timeline isn’t dictating our wedding.”
“The holidays are my busiest time of year. And I haven’t started research on venues. We’re in no rush.”
I’m pretty sure it’s Ace who grumbles, feeling my frustration.
“Carson?” I call.
My sister retrieves a folder out of her oversized purse. “I’ve done the research. Plantations, wineries, churches, hotels—you name it, I’ve got all the hotspots here.”
“If you decide to get married at home, the country club is already sending me information,” Cassie chimes in.
Rowan’s jaw drops.
