Natalie admitted, pushing up her glasses.
“You first,” Silver, a pretty platinum blonde and the owner of a mobile bar called AlcoHaul, told her with a grin.
“Not me.” Natalie shook her head. “I want another year at least before I get pregnant. I’m working on my art and enjoying being married to Ronan. I’m more interested in aunt status right now.”
Renee looked at Bethany, expecting her friend to hurry over and claim Devon, but Bethany stayed by the buffet.
“Hi, everyone,” Bethany said with a wave. “The lunch looks great. I brought a veggie plate.”
Pallas made a face, then forced a smile. “It’s always good to have something healthy on the table.”
Renee lowered her voice and whispered, “Liar.”
Pallas took Devon from her. “I meant it. Sort of.”
Wynn arrived, a plate of brownies in her hand. “Sorry. I got on a call with a client and he was a talker. How is everyone?”
As she spoke, she set down the brownies and reached for Devon.
“Go hug your own baby,” Wynn said with a smile as she cooed at Devon. “Mine is way too old to rock.”
Renee felt an unexpected stab of guilt and worry rip through her. Jasper and Wynn had once been a couple. Sure, things had ended nearly a year ago, but still, they’d been involved. Wynn was her friend and did that make things awkward?
Renee told herself she would talk to Wynn after the lunch—there was no way she was going to discuss it in front of everyone. Not when it was new and she had no idea what having a man available for a booty call actually meant.
The still-sleeping babies were placed in their car seats and the friends filled their plates before sitting at the table that had been set up in the center of the gallery.
“How’s everyone?” Silver asked. “Bethany, weren’t you and Cade planning a trip to El Bahar next month?”
Bethany, the adopted daughter of the king of El Bahar, looked startled by the question. “Nothing is finalized. We’re still figuring it all out. Leaving the horses for that long is always difficult.”
“Don’t you have a manager and several people helping out in the stables?” Renee asked.
“We do, but it’s still complicated.”
Not exactly an answer that made sense, Renee thought. She looked at her friend and wondered if something was going on. Bethany didn’t seem like herself.
“I can’t find anything better than an appletini for the apple wedding,” Silver said. “I’ve tried a bunch of different cocktails and I’m not sure our bride is going to love any of them.”
Pallas looked around the table. “We have an upcoming apple wedding. The bride wants appletinis but the groom’s mother wants a different apple-based drink. So far they’ve been unable to agree on anything. We have one final tasting this week.”
“This whole thing is putting me off apples,” Silver grumbled. “And I like apples.”
“Give yourself an apple-free month and your love will be restored,” Carol told her.
Everyone laughed.
Conversation flowed easily. Renee remembered the first time Pallas had invited her to the girlfriends’ lunch. She’d been nervous and not sure she would get along with the women, but they’d welcomed her and now were an important part of her life. She knew that her friends would be there for her. She liked being a part of something—belonging. She hadn’t had that in a while. Certainly not in high school where the other girls had mostly avoided her. College had been a little better, until someone had figured out the truth about her mother.
Nothing she had to worry about now, she reminded herself. She was keeping Verity far, far away from Happily Inc.
“Great salad,” Wynn said, waving her fork at Renee. “There are just enough vegetables to make me feel righteous.”
Renee smiled and ignored the guilt. She would talk to Wynn later and get any issues resolved. It was the right thing to do.
But ninety minutes later, all Renee wanted to do was bolt. Instead, she forced herself to walk out with Wynn and ask if they could talk for a moment. Wynn looked surprised, but immediately agreed.
“Want to go grab coffee or can this be talked about in the parking lot?”
Renee glanced around. Everyone else had already left and the gallery was closed on Tuesdays, so customers would not be arriving.
“I just need a second,” she said, not sure how to begin. Or what to say. Or... “I had sex with Jasper.”
Wynn, a gorgeous woman with curly, dark hair, raised her eyebrows. “Interesting.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that. It’s just you two used to, you know, be friends, and now you’re not and I wasn’t sure if you were still, um, thinking about him and if it was all right that I...”
“Had sex with him?” The corners of Wynn’s mouth twitched. “Aren’t you asking a little late? The deed is done.”
“I know, but it was unexpected, so I didn’t really have time to text you.”
Wynn grinned. “That would have been a really noteworthy text for sure.” Her expression turned serious. “Our relationship ended last year. We’re completely done and what he does with you is great with me.” The smile returned. “I mean that in a not awkward way.”
Relief erased the guilt. “You’re sure?”
“Very. Jasper and I weren’t right for each other. He’s a great guy, but not my great guy.”
“Oh, this isn’t serious,” Renee said quickly. “Neither of us is looking for that. This is very much a no-strings kind of thing.” No way she was going to mention the booty call aspect of things.
“That’s how it always starts.” Wynn tilted her head. “Just as an FYI, Jasper isn’t as broken as he thinks. You might want to be careful about that.”
Renee had no idea what she was talking about. “Meaning?”
“Most normal guys eventually reach a place where they want more. If you’re sure that’s not in the cards for you, great. But Jasper just might want to change the rules.”
“I can’t see that happening.”
“Maybe I’m wrong.” She smiled. “I’m glad you two found each other. It’s nice to be a part of something.”
“What about you?”
Wynn shook her head. “Yeah, I’m not really that girl. I try to be, but I’m not.”
