“No, Rosie’s right,” Frannie said. “There’s a change in you already. And I like it.”
“He has put a glow on her cheeks,” Hattie added. “Reminds me of when I first fell for Miller.”
I wasn’t falling for my husband. Definitely not.
“I’ve decided to accept this marriage,” Sylvie declared. “All opposed?” She paused for a count of zero. “All who approve, vote with a show of hands.”
Four hands raised toward the ceiling.
“It’s unanimous.” Sylvie took my chin in her hands, her eyes twinkling. “You tell Lachlan welcome to the family.”
ChapterTwenty-One
OLIVIA
Lachlan
Do you miss me yet?
Olivia
Like poison ivy. Or high-waisted jeans.
Lachlan
So that’s a maybe.
Olivia
I do miss your cooking.
Lachlan
You say cooking, but what I think you mean is my sexy allure.
Olivia
How was the manscaping appointment?
Lachlan
Avoiding a response on whether you miss my sexy self? Duly noted. Manscaping went okay.
Olivia
Send me pics.
Lachlan
Inappropriate ones? Are we already at this stage in our relationship?
Olivia
Pics of your face, Lachlan. YOUR FACE.
Lachlan
Must get back to a meeting. I’ll satisfy your unquenchable need for me later.
