Page 42 of New Year's Faye

911!! HELP!!!

Hope

Did he kiss you again??????

FayeMoyo

No, but we’ve returned to the scene of the crime. And I am NOT ready to go down that path.

Hope

Why not? He’s hot, you’re technically married / single. Get it girl!

FayeMoyo

You are not being helpful…

Hope

I’m a virgin who writes steamy romance. Cut me some slack. I need to live vicariously through you

During the hour and a bit car ride, I attempted to distract myself with emails and phone calls—anything other than glancing at Sam.

There lay danger….

Jay and Frankie's house sat in the middle of the small town of Capricorn Cove. A modern single-story bungalow, it had been carefully upgraded to include wheelchair access and additional rooms. Warm light spilled from the windows, and the smell of something delicious wafted from inside out across the lawn.

A lawn that was strewn with dinosaurs.

It was a Jay thing, apparently.

"Finally!" Frankie called as she opened the door, her wheelchair expertly maneuvering back to let us in. Her pink hair was styled in a fashionable high ponytail, her smile knowing as she looked between us. "I was starting to think you'd gotten lost—or maybe pulled over for a quickie."

"Frankie," Jay's warning tone came from the kitchen.

"What? I'm just saying they have that newlywed glow."

I fought back a blush as Sam leaned down to hug her. "Missed you too, Frankie."

"Of course you did. I'm delightful." She turned her chair toward me, arms open. "Come here, gorgeous. Let me see this ring."

As I bent to hug her, she whispered, "Welcome to the family."

Before I could respond, Jay appeared, wiping his hands on a dish towel.

"Rainbow, at least get them a drink before pumping them for all the juicy details," he told Frankie, pulling Sam into a bear hug. "Hey, bro.”

"As a professional—" Frankie started to protest.

"You're not getting paid to analyze us," Sam cut in smoothly.

"No, but you’re family. I’ll do it for you guys for free."

I laughed despite my nerves.

"Something smells amazing," I said, trying to redirect the conversation.

"Jay's making his famous pasta." Frankie headed toward the kitchen. "Come help me set the table while these two do their brooding man-chat thing."

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