Page 23 of Easton Island: A Wedding to Remember

“Were they out of hash browns? I hope not because I’ve been craving some greasy goodness.”

“I bought three and even had them throw in packets of catsup.” Morgan eyed the fancy coffeemaker on the nearby coffee bar. “I didn’t buy drinks.”

“Good. Because we have the best coffee in town.” Quinn hustled over to the coffeemaker. She whipped up a fresh batch and handed a cup to Morgan. “Thank you for the food. What do I owe you?”

“An explanation about why you lured Chester and me out of our comfy, cozy home this early in the morning.” Morganhanded her a sandwich and two of the hash browns before grabbing hers and unfolding the wrapper.

“Any guesses?”

“Brett proposed.”

Her friend, who had taken a big bite of food, began gagging.

Morgan giggled, gently pounding her on the back. “I didn’t mean to make you choke.”

Quinn, her eyes watering, took a sip of coffee. “That came out of nowhere.”

“Maybe. I mean. It’s always a possibility. I guess I’m not on the right track.”

“Not even close.”

“You traded your car in for the sporty SUV you’ve had your eye on.”

“Nah. I decided against it, seeing how I can walk almost everywhere…to work, to the grocery store. I would be crazy to buy a car I’ll hardly ever drive.”

“Good point. Give me a hint.”

“It has to do with work.”

Morgan snapped her fingers. “You finally got your special certification.”

Quinn had been working on becoming certified in art gallery management, a goal she’d had on her to-do list for several years. It wasn’t something Elizabeth had asked her to do, but had encouraged her.

“Yep.” Quinn reached into the drawer, removed a sheet of embossed paper and waved it in the air. “Signed, sealed, delivered. It’s mine.”

“Congrats!” Morgan whooped. “I know how hard you’ve been working on this.”

“Harder than I care to admit. I’m going to frame it and hang it on the wall.”

“Good for you. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you. I’m proud of myself. I guess this makes me a legitimate art gallery manager.”

“You have been for a while now, but if a piece of paper makes it more official, why not?” Morgan lifted her coffee cup. “A toast.”

Quinn followed suit. “To fancy titles and moving onward.”

“As long as you’re not moving outward,” Morgan joked. “As in leaving now that you’re a big shot.”

“No way. I’m here to stay.”

While they ate, the friends chatted about the upcoming housewarming / sleepover at Quinn’s place. “My guest bedroom is ready to go. I figure the futon will do in a pinch. The third person will have to sleep on the couch.”

“Which is comfortable,” Morgan said. “I don’t mind taking the couch.”

“Or I can sleep there and let someone have my bed.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

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