Ollie stared at her, thoughtful, his tongue flicking to a crumb of toaster pastry at the corner of his lips. Finally, he seemed to settle on something?—
“I like what you did to your face,” Ollie said cheerfully.
She smirked. “Thanks, kiddo.”
“The dress is a pretty color,” the oldest twin, Kellan, added.
“Thank you, Kellan. That’s very specific. Your mom picked it out.” She gave him a smile for his effort while ignoring his dad.
“That dress makes your butt look small,” Brady—the younger—added.
Say whaaaa?
“Brady.” Gavin shook his head. “No. Don’t mention her bum.”
“For the first time ever, I agree with your dad. No one mention my tush.” Molly shook her head. “But thanks for the complimentary effort.”
“What?” Brady said, apparently ready to defend himself. “It’s true. Mom says clothes are best when they make her butt look smaller.”
“Okay.” Molly closed the door to the fridge for a moment. “You shouldn’t compliment anything about a person that has to do with things in their swimsuit area.”
“Why are girls so weird, dad?” Brady asked with what seemed to be genuine curiosity.
“That is an excellent question.” Gavin shrugged. “We may never know the answer.”
That’s it, she was going to kick him in the nuts—right in his swimsuit area.
“He’s right. You do look pretty.” Gavin smiled again.
“Too little, too late,” she said, mentally tossing a few more daggers his direction. “You’ll need to up your game.”
“Be specific.” Ollie raised his little eyebrows at Gavin.
“I’m good.” Molly smoothed her dress. “I don’t need specifics.”
She pulled open the door to the refrigerator and scanned the shelves. Every soda lining the shelves was of the Pepsi product variety. Damn. Rachel wanted a Coke. This was her big day. If that’s what she wanted, then Molly would figure it out.
“That color blue makes you look like a real-life princess,” Gavin said from behind her, his deep voice rumbling over her nerve endings and stirring up butterflies she’d expressly reserved for Cam. “It suits you.”
What was his game?
She cleared her throat and threw up the wall she was so excellent at erecting.
“You look handsome yourself.” Well, he did.
“I had a haircut,” he said, like this was a big deal and he deserved a gold star.
Before Ollie could tell her to be specific, she said, “Your ears are looking very symmetrical today, and I like the way the tuxedo helps you keep track of Ollie so I can fulfill my wedding duties.”
The wink she tossed at the end was added to mess with him. This was her way.
He chuckled.
“Yes, ma’am. We all clean up nice.” She turned back to the fridge. Still no Coke.
She pinched her lips together.
“Everything okay?” Gavin asked, and dammit all, he was right there beside her staring into the Coke-less void with her. Didn’t he have a swamp to go lounge in or something?
