“Your choice appears to be strawberry jam or strawberry jam,” I informed him.
He shot me another of his unendurable grins. “Then I’ll have strawberry jam.”
I dolloped a healthy portion on his plate then scraped an even healthier portion of butter there.
“Lassie after my beating heart,” he muttered when I shoved the butter knife back in the butter.
I stilled.
He sat back and started slathering butter on his biscuit.
I felt something funny, looked up and saw Kenna watching us.
She had an odd expression on her face, considering the circumstances.
She looked…
Happy.
“Has Dad been in touch?” Dair inquired around a mouthful of biscuit.
The happy vanished.
Oh my God!
What was he thinking?
He should ease into it.
I elbowed him.
He turned to me. “What?”
I lowered my voice and my chin and looked at him under my lashes. “Ease into it, why don’t you?”
Kenna sank gracefully into one of the two armchairs across from us. “We’re honest with each other in the Wallace family.”
I inwardly cringed while she outwardly grimaced.
“Or, the three of us are,” she amended.
“I’m so sorry, Kenna,” I said, feeling stupid, because that was lame, but it was all I had.
“Dear, ye have nothing to be sorry for,” she replied.
The door opened on her words, and Davina strutted in, long, dark hair wild, last night’s makeup smeared (she needed a good setting spray), wearing men’s boxer shorts and an oversized T-shirt.
I wanted to be the kind of woman who was confident enough to wander the halls of a hotel (even short halls, like the ones at this hotel) in boxer shorts and an oversized tee, but alas, I was not.
I felt weird just being barefoot, even if Dair was too, and now, so was Davina.
“Thank the Lord, coffee and food,” she said before she came forward and all but fell on the coffee table.
We all watched as she piled as much food on her plate as both Dair and I had on ours, combined, and sat in the other armchair with the coffee cup tucked between her knees and the plate close to her face.
She looked to me after she noshed on some bacon. “I hate ye. How are ye glamorous after last night?” and she munched more bacon.
“I had a tote bag filled with anything a bride or bridesmaid might need,” I explained.
