Page 100 of Rock On

“I think Thursday,” he said, coming into the kitchen where we’d been talking.

“So you’re making an honest woman of my sister again?” Wynter asked him, folding her arms across her chest. “Think you can make it stick this time?”

Tommy nodded solemnly. “I’m going to do my damnedest.”

“Good. I can’t live through another divorce.” She rolled her eyes in my direction. “She was a mess.”

“I don’t think I have another divorce in me either,” Tommy said, reaching for me.

“Congratulations, you two.” She hugged Tommy and we chatted for a few minutes about logistics.

“We want casual,” I said firmly. “If we do a whole big thing in Paris, we’ll do formal, but for Vegas, we’re thinking a of a quickie thing at a chapel. In and out.”

“That’s what he said.”

“That’s what he said.”

Tommy and Wynter spoke in unison and it reminded me of how often they’d done that the whole time we’d been married. They’d been close and I was glad they seemed to be picking up right where they left off.

“Already?” I demanded playfully. “We’re not even married yet and you’re finishing each other sentences and reading each other’s minds.”

“It’s a brother-sister thing,” Tommy deadpanned. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Are you telling your family?” I asked Tommy.

He shook his head. “I’ll call my dad after it’s done, say it was unplanned. He’ll just be grumpy about everything, and I don’t have time for his moods.” Tommy and his dad hadn’t been close in a long time. He still tried, but it wasn’t the relationship they likely would have had if his mother were alive.

“Have you told him we’re back together?”

“No.” He hesitated. “You’re not his favorite person right now.”

“Well, to be fair, I was never his favorite person.”

“No, but he might have taken the divorce harder than I did.”

“Really?”

“He just assumed you took me for everything I had, no matter how many times I tried to explain you didn’t.”

“Still calling me a gold digger?” I asked. His father had always thought that about me, and we’d given up trying to tell him anything else.

“Yup.”

“What’s a gold digger?” River asked, coming into the kitchen.

“It’s what they called the people who dug for gold during the California Gold Rush,” Wynter answered, scooping him up in her arms.

“What’s the Cal’fornia Gold Rush?” he asked.

“How about we go look it up on the internet?”

They left the room and Tommy and I laughed.

“That was a close one,” he said.

“She’s good like that.”

“Is she happy for us?”

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