“Timing,” I said. “It’s everything. Isn’t it?”
Hadley nodded. “So true.”
I looked at the back door. “So, Jane and your dad . . .”
“Ah yes.” Salem smirked. “The other part of this conversation.”
“You seem surprisingly okay with the news,” I said.
“Well, it was kind of inevitable,” Salem said. “I just didn’t think Dad’s vasectomy would fail. I thought he’d get it reversed.”
“Please don’t mention Dad’s vasectomy ever again.” Hadley groaned. “It’s already weird. We’re going to have a sibling twenty years younger than us. That baby is technically going to be an aunt or uncle to our children.”
“Didn’t think of that,” Salem said. “They’ll be in the same class at school.”
Hadley shot Salem an amused smile. “This is going to be pretty great.”
“The greatest,” Salem agreed. “Especially because Dad is so happy.”
“So happy,” Hadley repeated.
“We should call Wyn,” I said. “And catch her up. At least tell her you’re married.”
Salem bit her lip.
I sighed. “She already knows, doesn’t she?”
“Yeah,” Salem said with a sigh.
“When?” I demanded. “When did you tell her?”
“This morning,” Salem said.
“Last to know, always,” I muttered.
“It just shakes out that way,” Salem said. “I swear it’s never ‘let’s not tell Poet’.”
“Yeah, okay,” I said. “Guess I should feel lucky that I get to know anything at all.”
“Think of it this way,” Salem said. “No wedding equals no bridesmaid dresses.”
“Hey,” Hadley said. “My bridesmaid dresses were beautiful.”
“They were,” Salem agreed. “I’m just trying to give this a positive spin.”
“No wedding means no wedding cake,” I pointed out.
Salem blanched. “I didn’t think of that.”
“No father-daughter dance,” I said. “No father walking you down the aisle.”
“No mother straightening my veil,” Salem murmured.
I paused. “Oh. Oh, I see.”
Salem turned her head and discreetly brushed a tear from her eye. Hadley reached over to her sister and gave her hand a squeeze.
“Cas understood,” I said in realization. “So he gave you what you wanted.”
