Page 108 of Just One Kiss

“Does Grady know the rules?”

“You wrote them down on a piece of paper, texted them and sent us a video last night. He knows.” Quinn raced back to the Jeep, told Grady the new plan, kissed her handsome man on the lips and ran back toward Carly.

“Let’s go shopping!”

27

It had been a long time since Carly and her sister had had a normal conversation. After all, Carly’s life right now was anything but normal.

“Before we leave, I think you should change your clothes,” Quinn said.

Carly looked down at her cut-off jeans and black tank top, then looked back up at her sister. “Why?”

Quinn made a face. “We’re going to all the nicer boutiques and stores, Car, and you look like someone who only shops at Walmart.”

“Idoshop at Walmart.”

“Right, but you shop at other places too.” Her expression shifted. “Don’t you?”

“I’m not changing. My kid just had surgery, my ex is back in town, and this is the first time I’ve been anywhere besides the grocery store in weeks. I have no desire to get dressed up.”

Quinn grimaced. “Okay, but what about the hair?”

“I’m about to leave you here.”

“Fine,” Quinn said. “Hope we don’t run into anyone we know.”

It was a ridiculous thing to say because they knew everyone in town, but Carly didn’t mention it. Obviously a last-ditch effort to try and convince Carly to make herself more presentable.

But she didn’t have the energy. She’d put on a little bit of mascara and some lip gloss—that was plenty for today.

She was tired. If she was smart, she’d go inside and take a nap.

Instead, she and Quinn hopped into Carly’s Honda and drove toward town.

“You’re quiet,” Carly said after a few minutes.

“Am I?”

“Yes. Don’t you have updates on the wedding?” She stopped at a red light.

Quinn looked at her. “I wasn’t sure it was appropriate to talk about it considering all you’re dealing with.”

“Are you kidding?” The light changed and Carly stepped on the gas. “Please, let’s talk about something other than me.”

“Well, we have a date and a venue and yesterday I booked our honeymoon.” Quinn stared out the window, eyes glassy. “It’s like a dream, really.”

“Where are you going? Wait—let me guess—Utah? No, Colorado?”

She shook her head. “We’re going to Paris. Grady doesn’t want to ski on our honeymoon. He said he wants it to be about me.”

Carly reached over and squeezed her little sister’s hand. “Have I told you how happy I am for you both?”

Quinn squeezed back. “No, but you’ve been a little busy.”

“Well, I am.” Carly pulled her hand back, thankful she could say those words and mean them. “I love Grady—we all do.”

“He’s pretty great.” Quinn angled her body toward Carly. “But what about you?”

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