Page 205 of Heartbeats & Highways

“No, I’m really okay,” Jazz insisted, her cheeks flaming with heat.

“Oh my God,” Brooklyn said with a smile. “You’re totally pregnant!”

“Pregnant?” Brielle squeaked.

Jazz didn’t say anything.

“Well, are you?” Willa demanded.

“Kind of, yeah,” Jazz muttered.

“On purpose?” Brielle asked.

Jazz glared at her.

“I meant, was this planned? Did you guys get busy as soon as you were engaged?”

“I, ah, don’t really want to talk about it,” Jazz said, blushing furiously.

Brooklyn covered her mouth but couldn’t stop the laughter.

“Youhaveto talk about it,” Willa demanded.

“I’ll tell you when Brielle isn’t around,” Jazz stated. “Because she doesn’t need to know certain things about her sibling.”

“You’re right about that,” Brielle agreed. “Does Homer know you’re pregnant?”

Jazz nodded. “I told him last night.”

“Are you telling other people?” Willa asked.

“Well, I won’t be drinking today, so I think it’s going to come out eventually.” Jazz shrugged and then she looked at Brielle. “You’re okay with this, right?”

She frowned. “Why wouldn’t I be okay with this? But also, kinda late to be asking that question, isn’t it?”

“I just mean, a lot has changed for us in the last couple of months. And now this . . .”

“This? You mean my niece or nephew? My godchild?” Brielle flashed a grin. “I’m so happy for you, Jazz. I really mean it.”

“I think I went overboard with the champagne,” Brooklyn said, gesturing to the two unopened bottles. “Only Brielle can really throw it back.”

“Don’t worry, I’m up to the challenge,” she quipped.

There was a knock on the door and then Cozy and Riley joined the bridal party.

“Ah, just in time,” Brielle said. “I need help drinking the champagne.”

“Just one for me,” Riley said. “I can’t hold my liquor.”

“It’s hardly liquor,” Cozy quipped.

“Fine, champagne makes me horny. And I don’t think Brielle wants to hear that I’m going to be jumping her brother’s bones later.” Riley took the flute from Brooklyn.

“Yes, please don’t tell me that.” Brielle wrinkled her nose.

“Are you going to tell them?” Willa asked Jazz.

“Tell us what?” Cozy asked.

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