“No,” Salem lied. “I had nothing to do with your ID going missing. Maybe you left it at the Copper Mule.”
Wyn held her hand out.
Salem stared at Wyn’s outstretched palm and with a sigh, she reached into her back jeans pocket and pulled out Wyn’s ID.
“What were you hoping to do?” Wyn asked with a rueful smile.
“I thought it was fairly obvious,” Salem said glumly. “No ID, no flying. No flying, you stay. You stay, Salem happy.”
“I’ll be back for Christmas,” Wyn promised.
“How about Thanksgiving, too?” Salem urged.
“Can’t. The other nanny is taking Thanksgiving off. I’ll be back the week of Christmas.” She pointed at Hadley. “Don’t you dare have that baby early.”
“I’ll keep my legs together,” Hadley quipped. “She’s baking until Christmas.”
Wyn hugged Hadley and then Salem and then she turned to me. She placed her hands on my shoulders. “Your meeting at the bank is going to be easy. You’re going to get the loan. You’re going to open your bookstore. You’re going to get everything you want. That’s what I wished for.”
“You weren’t supposed to tell her,” Hadley whined.
“Doesn’t matter,” Wyn stated. “My wish was just a little extra precaution, but I know she’s already got it in the bag.”
Tears collected in my eyes, and I buried myself against my tall, huge-hearted friend.
“I want pictures of you in your new outfit,” Wyn said, hugging me tight. “And then I want a phone call the moment you step outside the bank. Don’t forget to include me in your celebration.”
“I could never forget to include you.”
She pulled back and peered down at me with a soft smile. “I’m happy for you. You get that, right?”
I nodded.
Wyn took her suitcase and with one last wave, she headed into the airport.
The three of us stood there for a moment, watching her go, before we eventually climbed back into Hadley’s SUV.
“What did you wish for?” Salem asked me.
I let out a sigh. “That you and Hadley have healthy babies. And that Wyn’s heart isn’t closed forever.”
They were silent as my words permeated the space.
“She’s scared,” I said quietly.
“Of what?” Hadley asked.
“Falling in love,” Salem said. “I know how that goes.”
I shook my head. “She’s scared that we’re going to move on with our lives and forget about her.”
“Impossible,” Hadley said. “That’s totally impossible.”
“Is it?” I asked. “We’re here. She’s there. We’ve got cowboys. She’s got . . . what does she have? A job that takes up most of her time. A pool of men that can’t see how amazing she is.”
They were silent again.
“I still think I should’ve kept her ID,” Salem muttered.
