Speedy stared into Violet’s gorgeous eyes. His feelings were growing, and he needed to figure out a plan of action.
“Thank you, Violet. You’re right, and I’m so thankful you’re here,” he said.
Chapter Twelve
Violet accepted the drink that Beth had mixed up for her. Violet hadn’t ever been a big drinker, but Beth’s PixieCider was delicious. And the name made her giggle every time Beth said it.
“Violet, how is being a nanny for Speedy going?” Frankie asked, accepting another drink from Beth.
At least Violet wasn’t drinking alone tonight. She had friends who cared about her and her life.
“It’s good,” she said, her face warming. Grr, she despised that she still blushed sometimes.
“Oh, tell us more,” Clara said. Was it wrong that Violet wanted to smack the all-knowing grin off her face along with the sparkle in her eyes? Sure, Violet thought Clara was right that Speedy felt something for her, but he’d run off.
“He kissed me when I walked out of the bathroom in only my towel and ran into him. Then he left,” Violet said.
Cackles and laughter filled the room, but Violet wasn’t sure why her new friends were laughing at her.
“We’re not laughing at you,” Beth said, sitting down by Violet on the couch.
“Nope, we’re laughing at a man seeing his forever and running away because he wasn’t ready to deal with it,” Faith said, grinning and high-fiving Harry.
“So, let’s go back to the kiss. How was it?” Clara asked.
“It was just like the kisses in the romances we read. And then nothing. He apologized, said he overstepped, and left,” Violet said.
“Oh yeah, that’s a man running,” Sprite said, sipping her drink and shaking her head no at Regina trying to hand her one of Beth’s drinks.
Regina stood staring at Sprite. Violet wondered what was going on.
“You’re sipping a ginger ale, and you just said no to PixieCider which you love. Are you feeling all right?” Regina asked.
“No. I’m not,” Sprite mumbled.
“Do you want me to call Stella? She wanted to play with the kids tonight, but she could come over,” Regina asked.
Sprite shook her head, held up a finger, and pulled out her phone. She dialed someone.
“You’re on speaker. Your mom wants to know why I’m sipping ginger ale instead of enjoying a mixed drink. Would you like to tell her how we broke our agreement?” Sprite asked.
“I said I was sorry. I didn’t mean to but I’m not sad about it,” Roam, Sprite’s husband, said.
“Roam, what did you do?” Regina asked, her hands on her hips.
Violet loved how it didn’t matter that her sons were in their forties; if they screwed up, their mom had no problem chastising them.
“I convinced Sprite to let me have her in the snowplow barn a while ago. She might have been on antibiotics, and I didn’t have a condom. I figured we’d be okay one time,” Roam whined.
“Well, I’m thrilled you’re having another child, Roam, but don’t tell me you didn’t know the risks. You have six kids. You know how they are made. Now, what agreement did you break?” Regina asked.
“That we’d wait to have a baby until Matthew was out of diapers,” Roam said.
Violet friggin’ loved seeing the inner workings of what she considered a very happy marriage. She didn’t have one for reference but seeing that Sprite and Roam could disagree and still love each other was eye-opening for Violet.
“I love you, Roam, and I’m happy you’re having another grandbaby for me to spoil, but you and I know you’re going to have to figure out how to make this up to Sprite. Talk to your dad. He has a lot of experience groveling,” Regina said, leaning down to wrap her arms around Sprite.
“Congratulations. I’m happy for you, and we’ll figure out how to help you,” Regina said. Sprite nodded, and Violet got up to congratulate her.
