Page 150 of Lavender Lake
“Eventually.”
With her free hand, she rubbed her third eye. “Poet doesn’t know, does she?”
I shook my head. “Muddy’s the only one.”
“You told her?”
“No, she figured it out,” I said with a wry smile. “It’s like she’s psychic or something.”
“So, your dad doesn’t know.”
“Not yet.”
“Jane?”
“Nope.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Wyn demanded.
“Uh, maybe to avoid this conversation that we’re having right now?”
She grinned. “Fair.Wow. You and Hadley. Having babies.”
I nodded. “I hope she’s not mad at me when she finds out.”
“Why would she be mad at you?”
“Because I always do this.”
“Do what?”
“Steal her thunder,” I mumbled.
“You’re not stealing her thunder. You’re waiting until after her wedding to tell people. Not a moment too soon, if you ask me. Can’t hide the morning sickness much longer. Maybe if you weren’t living in an environment that resembles a youth hostel, it would be easier to keep a secret.”
“Yeah.”
“Bowman was in your bed when I knocked on your door?”
I nodded.
She sighed and smiled. “Ah, to be young and in love.”
The day flew by in a flurry of deliveries and set up. After the bridal clothes had been delivered, Hadley grabbed my hand and said, “Let’s go for a walk.”
“You sure they can spare you?” I asked.
“Muddy’s got everything under control. Between her and Declan’s mom, everything is handled.”
“So, a small wedding on the family ranch was the right decision,” I said.
“Yes. Absolutely. This was always my dream.”
The tent had been set up within walking distance of the house, so the catering staff could use the kitchen and guests would have easy access to the bathrooms. It was only going to be about fifty people attending the wedding anyway.
Hadley and I linked arms and ambled away from the cattle pens and past the barn.
“I’ve been thinking about Mom,” Hadley said. “A lot, actually. Especially in the last few days.”
