“I’m sorry, April. I think it was my fault for bringing Marley up. I had no idea that Violet had feelings for you either. I never would have brought it up.”
“It’s not your fault, honey.”
“I feel bad though.”
“You know what?” Vanessa asked. We looked up and found her standing there with her oven-mitted hands on her hips. “We’re going after her. You two are too drunk to drive. Let’s pack this up and I’ll drive us over to her house. You girls can talk things out. We can’t let this continue.”
“She doesn’t—”
“No arguing,” Candace said bossily. “Besides, I didn’t get to pick a date for Maegan and Elijah’s wedding.”
“Me either,” Van chimed in.
I groaned. “I was hoping we would forget about that.”
“Fat chance,” April said, rising to her feet. “I want a do-over now that I know I can look at a calendar.” She looked me up and down. “Maegan isn’t a summer bride anyway. She favors fall weather and colors.”
“Dammit, I was going to pick fall,” Vanessa said, zipping the casserole into a carrier. She looked at me. “Don’t just stand there looking all in love and cute. Grab a damn storage container and start filling it with rice and beans. Damn, do I have to do all the matchmaking around here?”
“Don’t hold your breath,” April mumbled.
“Shut up!” Van, Candace, and I all said at the same time then burst into giggles.
God, it felt good to be with my girls and forget about murder and mayhem for just a little while.
