“Good.” Elsie remembered Charlie’s cheerful voice in the background when Will called yesterday. That louse.
How could two friends be so different? Will was solid. A man of his word. And Charlie was just … not.
Jane’s phone rang again. “It’s him. This is the third time he’s tried to call. What do I do?”
Elsie wanted to tell her to ignore it, but someone needed to tell Charlie to stop calling, and based on Jane’s current mood, it shouldn’t be her. “Do you want me to answer?”
The phone stopped ringing.
“If he calls again, I’m handing it to you.” Jane got up and rubbed her belly. “I can’t believe I ate that whole carton. Let’s go jogging or something tonight. I don’t want to act like a depressed person anymore, even if I am.”
Elsie linked arms with her sister. “Why don’t we get some work done first? Twelve more T-shirt orders came in.”
Jane made a face. “Maybe we should find out more from the T-shirt company that wants to buy us out.”
“You want to sell our baby?” Elsie was teasing, but inside, her heart ached a little. She’d dragged Jane into this with her, knowing all along it was more her dream than Jane’s. And they were in that awkward growing phase, where it was getting to be too much for the two of them, but not big enough to hire on more people.
“We could at least hear him out, Elsie.”
“Tell him I want a million dollars.”
“Like that’s going to happen.” Jane stood in front of the T-shirt press and flipped it on. “Back to work.”
***
Caroline and Gianna came back from the salon with elaborate up-dos and proceeded to use the rest of the afternoon on their makeup. Will would never understand why beauty took so long.
He popped his head into the bathroom to check on them and met Gianna’s gaze in the mirror. “Do you need help with the dress?”
Normally Gianna wore loose fitting clothes and had no problem dressing herself, but the glittering gown in the closet was heavy and rigid. She hadn’t even tried it on until the day after she bought it, with Becky’s help.
“Becky’s on her way. Thanks though.”
“When does Hector get here?”
Caroline finished putting in her earrings and turned to look at him. “Hector and Quinton will be here at seven.”
He knew she wanted him to ask about Quinton, so he reluctantly obliged. “Is your date a mailman too?”
Caroline rolled her eyes. “No. We’re talking about Quinton Verona, the tennis pro.”
Will had no idea who Quinton Verona was, but he nodded anyway. “Sounds hot.”
“He is,” Caroline answered as she dabbed at her face with something.
The doorbell rang, and he retreated to go let in Becky. Charlie was walking up behind her, hands in his pockets.
“Hi, Becky.”
She grunted in a friendly way and headed straight past Will. Charlie stood on the walkway, staring at a pot of flowers.
“You coming in or what?” Will asked.
“I don’t know.”
Will closed the door and came out to join him. “She hates you then?”
“Won’t answer my calls. I sent flowers. Confirmation email says they delivered them an hour ago.”
