“Did your mom lock up?”
“She did after all the city people moved in.”
“Well, you’re city people. So I guess I’ll start.”
This woman. Did she know what she did to me? I could see her smile from the corner of my eye.
“Lock the door, but not just because of me.”
“Sure, sure.”
“Grace—”
“Anyway, back to the baby.” She changed the subject forcefully. I knew I’d be bringing this up later. “I’ve heard through the grapevine that Kerry’s wondering if we’re having a gender reveal party.”
I glared. “Did she ask you? She better not have?—”
“No, she asked Jade, and I happened to walk into the shop during the conversation. She played it off and ran away.”
“Good.”
“It’s a fair question, though. I should say yes, right? I bet the town would be happy if I did.”
“It doesn’t matter what the town thinks. What doyouthink?”
She paused. “I wanna celebrate it once. But not yet. So maybe I should have a baby shower.”
“Kerry will want to plan it then.”
“I was thinking Mollie should.”
I laughed. “You’re gonna betray Kerry like that?”
“Kerry wouldn’t know subtle if it smacked her in the face. Mollie would. And she’s done all this recently. I bet she knows how to run one. If she has time. She’s always up to something.”
I hadn’t met Mollie, but I’d heard of her through Wren. With how Grace talked about her, I almost wanted to.
We were heading out of Strawberry Springs, but my mind drifted back to the tiny little town. How would Kerry react to Mollie planning the baby shower? Would Tammy still play nice or was she harboring resentment for me over this entire situation? Would Hugh go to the baby shower? Would he try to gamble there?
Despite how much I didn’t like small towns, I was curious about all of the things I’d seen in Strawberry Springs. It had to be because I was spending far too much time there.
Or I was starting to like the place, which possibly made me the biggest idiot in the world.
I was fine up until we checked in at the doctor. Mostly fine, at least. But then my nerves only got worse. Grace seemed to be suffering the same fate.
“Being nervous doesn’t mean anything’s wrong,” I said as we waited.
“That actually helps,” she replied. “I just don’t want anything to go wrong.”
“Me either. But you’re not alone if it does.”
She nodded, and my hand curled around hers. I hadn’t done this since she was sick.
It felt right.
“Grace Day?” a nurse called. Grace shot up and pulled her hand out of mine.
“Here!” she said, and gestured for me to follow her.
