She looked up at Luke.
“Tod, what are you doing here?” Luke asked, then he said sociably to the other guy, “Yo, Stevie.”
“Hey, Luke,” Stevie replied.
“What do you mean, what are we doing here?” Tod demanded. “I’ve been told someone is getting married.”
“You don’t have to plan every wedding of every woman who even breathes near someone you know, brother,” Luke said to Tod.
My eyes fell to the scrapbooks.
And then they went to the fabric swatches, trimmings and other stuff Stevie was juggling.
“Raye is getting married too,” Tod snapped. “We’ve already started on hers, and I know she’s just engaged, but you can’t begin preparations too early.” He dumped the scrapbooks down on the table, mumbling, “Now which one is Raye’s?”
I counted the scrapbooks.
There were five of them.
In my head, I counted how many women were hooked up with Nightingale guys.
There were five.
Including me.
Holy shit.
“Hi.” After also depositing his stuff on the table, Stevie offered a hand to me. “I’m Stevie.”
I took it. “Willow.”
“Willow!” Tod cried, and yanked out a scrapbook, plopping it in front of me. “This is yours. Early days. But I got a picture of you from Jessie, and there are only certain shades that go with your coloring, so I felt it best to get a start.”
“Um…I’ve officially been with my boyfriend for four days,” I said.
“Is he a Hot Bunch guy?” Tod asked.
“No. He’s Hottie Squad,” I corrected him.
“Same difference,” Tod replied dismissively. “And is he a Stark?”
My attention flitted to Luke.
Yeah, on that, there was a half-smile.
I returned to Tod. “Yes.”
Tod waved a hand in front of his face. “Four days for these guys is like four years for others.”
I was getting that impression.
I tried a different tack.
“Um…I don’t know you,” I pointed out.
“Right, this is Tod and Stevie,” Luke finally waded in. “They’re Rock Chicks. I know they’re not chicks, but they are Rock Chicks.”
“Burgundy is more fully a Rock Chick, with her hot guy,” Tod declared and then gave Stevie a wink.
