Page 83 of The Billionaire's Wife

“She’s being cranky.” Jenna pulled a face. “I’m sure you’ll get to experience it here in a minute.”

“I’m. Not. Cranky.” Megan stomped her foot.

Whitney started to laugh. “Wow. Someone needs a nap. Here I thought I left tantrums at home with Scott.”

Megan crossed her arms.

“Are you okay, Megan? That’s not like you.” Kayla leaned forward. “You know we’re teasing, right?”

“I do.” Megan huffed out a breath. “And I know I’m cranky. I’m queasy and exhausted and just…pregnant.”

“What?” Whitney bounced out of her seat, clapping her hands. She dragged Megan into a sort of hopping-dancing hug. “That’s fantastic! Congratulations.”

“What’s the party?” Sunshine came in through the door. “Sorry I’m late. There was confusion about who was in charge of the shop tonight—we ended up just closing. We’re going to need to figure Friday nights out.”

“Megan’s expecting.” Kayla grinned. “She’s cranky and spilled the beans.”

“Really?” Sunshine’s smile grew. “That’s great. Now I’ll have two babies to spoil.”

“Maybe we won’t have to fight over Kayla’s after all.” Whitney turned to Sunshine offering a fist for a bump.

I was glad that Megan had spilled her concerns to me earlier or I never would have followed the conversation. And, like I imagined, neither of the two she worried about were upset. Or, if they were, they kept it from her and would deal with it in their own time. Which was just what friends should do.

Sunny plunked down beside me on the couch. “Faith, right?”

“Yeah. Hi. I don’t think we’ve actually met.”

“Probably not. But I’ve heard all the things. Wes likes news. That’s his word. I call it what it is, gossip.”

I laughed. Maybe Tristan was right. Maybe I was going to end up enjoying this group of women. I just didn’t have a lot of experience with friend groups, so my general expectation was negative. “I like a good scoop as much as the next person, although I guess that’s probably something I should be working on. There’s that whole thing in the Bible about it.”

“Yeah. I keep reminding Wes of that. He says since he does actually pray about things and he doesn’t pass it around willy-nilly that it’s different. I’m not so sure. But I guess it’s really between him and the Holy Spirit.” Sunny shrugged. “Did we decide on dinner already?”

“Italian. But I don’t know what that translates to in terms of finding a menu to look at.” I eyed Sunny. “Maybe you do?”

“I do.” She pulled out her phone and I was shortly looking at the menu for a nearby Italian place.

It all sounded good. “I might just have to close my eyes and point.”

“Right? Can’t go wrong, honestly, but I do like their baked ziti a lot.” Sunny took her phone back. “You’re working here with Megan, right? How are you enjoying the retail world?”

“I like it. I did some retail and fast food when I was a teen, so it’s not completely unfamiliar. And I like books.” I shrugged. Maybe it wasn’t a dream job, but right now, I didn’t have any idea what a dream job would be.

“Do you scuba?”

I blinked. “Like diving under the ocean? No. That holds zero interest.”

Sunny laughed. “Don’t tell Wes, he’ll take it as a personal challenge.”

I shuddered. I wasn’t a big fan of swimming in a chlorinated pool where I could see the bottom. I didn’t have any idea what scuba diving would be like, but it sounded horrible.

“All right, ladies. Give me your orders, I’m going to put it in.” Megan raised her voice over the chatter. “Some of us are hungry.”

“Hear hear.” Kayla chimed in. “I want the eggplant parm. And the garlic knots.”

“Okay. Faith?” Megan looked at me.

“Baked ziti.” She kept looking at me. “That’s it. Just the ziti. Unless the ziti is terrible. But Sunny—”

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