hair spray. Earrings followed. She slipped on low pumps and hurried out of the bedroom.
She walked toward Makayla’s room. The teen was folding pink pants.
“You doing okay?” she asked, careful to sound cheerful rather than cautious.
Makayla nodded without looking at her.
“Okay, then. Come get me if you need anything.”
Gabby hurried to the kitchen where she checked on dinner. She wasn’t sure where the twins were, but she could hear laughter and Andrew’s low voice from somewhere in the back of the house.
Boomer and Jasmine came into the kitchen. The calico wound around her legs in what Gabby assumed was supposed to be affection. Or at least a claim on her attention.
“I’m very clear on the time,” she told her pets. “You’re next.”
She put Boomer’s food in a bowl and set it in the mudroom, then got out Jasmine’s dinner. Wet food with water mixed in, to keep Jasmine’s urinary tract healthy. Gabby added a small bowl of kibble on the side and carried both to the laundry room, because there was no way dogs and cats could eat together. Not if the cat was going to get any food.
Jasmine jumped up on her table and meowed until Gabby set down the dishes.
The pets fed, Gabby returned to the kitchen and set the table for three, all the while glancing at the clock. She pulled out the plate of raw vegetables she’d cut up earlier. Because while the twins wouldn’t touch a cooked vegetable, they would eat them raw.
Right on time, the doorbell rang. Boomer announced their visitor, in case he was the only one who heard the bell. The twins came running, yelling Cecelia’s name. Gabby let in the teen and smiled gratefully.
“Hi,” she said with a sigh. “I hope you like lasagna.”
“Love it.”
Cecelia had a backpack slung over one shoulder. Gabby knew that once she got the twins settled, she would study. In addition to her part-time job at Supper’s in the Bag, Cecelia babysat and took classes in summer school. It was impressive.
Back in the kitchen for what felt like the forty-seventh time in the past ten minutes, Gabby explained about what had to be done for dinner. She went over the selected toys, books and movies for that evening and guessed as to when she and Andrew would be home.
“You have our cell numbers, right?” she asked.
“Programmed into my phone,” Cecelia told her. “Don’t worry. We’ll have a great time.”
“I know. I can’t help it.”
She glanced at the clock. “Candace is going to be here any second,” she said. “I need to check on Makayla.”
The twins, Boomer and Jasmine followed her down the hall to where Makayla stood with her suitcase. Her expression was tense, her body stiff. She looked more like she was heading to the dentist than to her mom’s for the weekend.
For a second Gabby felt sympathy. Makayla didn’t have it easy. Candace was an indifferent mother at best and she was often late. More than once, she’d phoned at the last minute to say she couldn’t possibly take her daughter for the weekend. Sometimes it was a legitimate reason—like being out of town on business. But more often there was no explanation offered.
“Is she here?” Makayla asked anxiously.
“Not yet. I wanted to make sure you had everything you needed.”
“Not the white crop pants.”
Gabby knew she’d walked into that one and tried not to react. Kenzie slipped past her and stared up at Makayla.
“Do you have to go?”
The tension immediately eased as Makayla dropped to her knees and held out her arms. Kennedy came running and both girls hugged her tight.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” Makayla promised.
“You could take us with you.” Kennedy poked her in the arm. “We’d be good. Promise.”
“I don’t think that’s a great idea,” Makayla said gently.
“Why not?” Kenzie asked.
“Because I would miss you too much!” Gabby said. “I’d be totally and completely sad without my girls here. It’s bad enough that Makayla’s gone. What would I do without my munchkins?”
The twins ran from their sister to her. She was pinned by thin arms hanging on so tight. She felt their love all the way to her heart. It filled it and made her world right.
In that moment she glanced at Makayla and saw fierce longing in the teen’s blue eyes. The raw emotion startled her. Before she could figure out what to say, it was gone.
“Makayla, your mom’s here.”
Andrew’s voice carried down the hall.
“Auntie Candace!” the twins screamed together as they turned and ran toward the living room. Makayla followed more slowly.
Gabby didn’t want to go at all, but knew that would be rude. Not that Candace would notice. Their brief exchanges were always awkward and overly polite. Conversation between two people who were sure they couldn’t possibly have anything in common. Ironic considering they had both fallen in love with the same man. Talk about sharing something intimate.
Gabby wasn’t sure what Candace thought of her, but she knew exactly what she thought of the other woman. Candace was tall, thin and beautiful. Worse, she was successful. She was the head buyer for designer shoes and handbags for an upscale department store.
She had fashion sense, a wardrobe to die for and absolutely no cellulite. Gabby was sure of it. She might be shorter than Candace, but next to her she always felt as if she were taking up too much room.
She took a deep breath and walked into the living room. Andrew stood by the door, Jasmine in his arms. Boomer bounced around, his ears and jowls flapping as he tried to get Candace to notice him. The twins were talking and twirling, while Makayla stood beside her mother. And Candace, well, she was busy being tall and thin and beautiful. Not to mention perfectly dressed in a pair of narrow cream-colored slacks and a tailored shirt in the same shade.
White, Gabby thought in amazement, wondering how long it would take her to get a white shirt stained. Eight seconds? Nine? There was also her jewelry—fashionably layered necklaces and several rings. Even though she’d most likely put on her makeup nearly twelve hours before, it was still...perfect.
As Gabby made her way into the room, Candace looked her up and down, then smiled that mean girl smile of hers.
“Gabby. How delightful. Are you going out?”
“Yes.”
“Your hair looks lovely. Well, you’ll want to get changed, so I won’t keep you. Makayla, darling, are you ready?”
“Mommy already changed,” Kenzie
