Page 137 of Lone Star Longing
Chapter Thirty One
LACEY WAS ENJOYINGthe one cup of coffee she allowed herself and looking longingly at her phone, waiting to hear how Beck was doing this morning, when she heard voices in the living room. Who was here so early, and why didn't they text first?
She was just starting to get up when Poppy and Ginny walked into the room, followed by her mother, who was already dressed.
Lacey frowned when Poppy sat in the chair across from her, dropping a heavy bag to the floor beside her. Ginny sat beside her.
“Y’all aren’t here to see the babies, I hope, because they are asleep.”
“I would love to see your babies,” Poppy said. “But we came here to pamper you.”
“To pamper me.” Lacey glanced at the clock above the sink. “At eight thirty in the morning.”
“Well, yes, we know Beck is in town and we thought you might want to fix yourself up for him.” Poppy reached down for her bag and dragged it onto the table. “We’re going to start with a manicure, and go from there.”
“Maybe a refreshing mask,” Joyce suggested as she poured cups of coffee for all of them. “She can wear that while she’s getting her nails done.”
“You don't know how to do a manicure,” Lacey accused, curling her fingers against her palms. “Have you ever even had a manicure?”
“I have not, but honestly, let’s just paint your nails.” Poppy brought out a bottle of pale pink nail polish and displayed it against her palm.
Lacey kept her fingers curled. “Beck doesn’t care if my nails are done.”
“Think how pretty it will show off your ring,” Ginny pointed out, ever the practical one.
Joyce delivered the coffee to their guests. “Let me just go get that mask.”
If Lacey had been more awake, she could have fended off this sudden interest in the way she presented herself to Beck.
“He’s seen me at my worst,” Lacey pointed out as her mother slapped the wet paper mask on her face and patted it down. “He doesn’t care.”
“Of course he doesn’t care,” Ginny said. “He loves you.”
“I mean, I don't understand the fuss.”
“Just let us do this for you,” Poppy said.
“I just thought of something we need at the store,” Joyce said. “Can I borrow your keys?”
“Can you—um, sure. What do we need?”
