Page 14 of Easton Island: A Wedding to Remember

“Yeah. Maybe it’s too quiet. Living in an apartment, you can always hear people coming and going.” Quinn rubbed the sides of her arms. “I’ll get used to it. I guess it’s a period of adjustment. Brett’s good about calling me every day, checking in when he’s in Toronto.”

“The offer to move back is on the table if you ever change your mind.”

Quinn impulsively hugged her. “Thanks, Morgan. Like I said, it’s something I need to get used to. Did I mention my parents are flying up here for Christmas?”

“Yes, and I can’t wait to see them. I bet they’ll love your new place.”

“I put the finishing touches on the guest room, where they’ll be staying. I even splurged and bought a queen size bed so they wouldn’t be squished in the twin that was here when I moved in.”

“Maybe I should break it in for them.”

Quinn’s eyes lit. “And spend the night?”

“Sure.” Morgan warmed to the idea. “You send the invite and Chester and I will pack our bags.”

“What about this Saturday night?”

Morgan checked her phone’s schedule app. “I’m free as a bird.”

Quinn clapped her hands. “A new band is playing at the bar near the harbor. We could check them out. Do you think…”

“Think what?”

“What if I throw a small housewarming party and invite Grace and Ariel over too? It’s kind of short notice, but they’ve been asking about my move and if I’m settling in.”

“I think it’s a great idea.”

Quinn pulled her cell phone from her pocket and typed out a message. “I’m sending a group text and including you.”

Morgan’s phonepinged:Hey, ladies. I’m inviting you to an impromptu housewarming party / sleepover at my place on Saturday. I know it’s short notice, but I hope you can make it.

The replies were quick…both women promptly accepting the invitation.

“They want to know what they should bring.”

“We all love Mexican food. How about a Mexican potluck?”

“Good idea.” Quinn tapped out a reply. “We have a Mexican feast and festivities in the making.”

“The four amigas hanging out on a Saturday night. I can’t wait.”

“Me either.” Quinn patted her stomach. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”

Lunch was an easy meal consisting of party leftovers. While they ate, they chatted about the upcoming wedding, followed by a busy holiday season.

Morgan told Quinn her B&B reservations had finally picked up. She swiped her hand across her brow. “I was starting to sweat bullets there for a minute.”

“Do you think the open house you hosted for the bloggers, vloggers, travel agents, and others helped?”

“Absolutely. Not to mention the Bestemans published a glowing review in the Easton Harbor Beacon. It put Locke Pointe Bed-and-Breakfast on the map.”

“I chatted with Wyatt last night. I noticed he still has a slight limp.”

“He’s lucky to be alive,” Morgan said. “As awful as the accident was, one positive came from it.”

Quinn plucked a pepperoni from her mini pizza. “Me realizing how much I missed Easton Island.”

“Speaking of missing…do you have any regrets about not taking the job at Galeria d’art?”

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