Page 178 of Lavender Lake
Poet rolled her eyes and changed the subject. “Have Declan and Bowman talked at all?”
Hadley shook her head. “They’re both being elk headed.”
Wyn blinked. “Don’t you mean pigheaded?”
“Elk Ridge, elk headed,” Hadley said with a shrug.
“Only time will sort this out,” I said.
“Might want to do something about it sooner rather than later, or they might never talk again,” Wyn advised.
“Yeah, we’ll have to noodle on that,” I said with a nod.
“You’re queen of the shenanigans,” Poet said. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
“Oh, and by the way,” Hadley said, “I know how Amber found out about Salem and Bowman.”
“This is news to me,” I said.
“Lucy did some sleuthing.” Hadley grinned. “While you and Bowman had your interlude in the cellar, Amber came into the house to use the restroom. Apparently, someone forgot to close the cellar door.”
Wyn raised her brows. “Salem, I’m ashamed of you.”
“You are?” I demanded.
“Yes. Everyone knows you ensure the door is closed before you engage in carnal activities.”
“Before she starts to lecture, we’d better get out of here,” Poet said.
“Text the minute you land in New York,” Hadley said to them.
“We will,” Poet promised. “And we’ll be back for the baby showers before you know it.”
“Just one shower,”Hadley corrected. “Salem and I are having a joint baby shower. Doesn’t make sense to have two with the babies so close in age, does it?” She looked at me as she said it.
I smiled. “No. Not really.”
“And you’ll keep us posted?” Wyn asked. “About Declan and Bowman?”
“I will,” I said with a sigh.
Wyn finally climbed into the driver’s seat of the rental and Poet, ever the passenger princess, got in too.
“Safe travels,” I said, and then shut Poet’s door.
Hadley and I stood by, waving to them as they backed out of the driveway and left the ranch.
“And then there were two,” she said, linking her arm through mine.
“I’m already lonely,” I lamented. “Is it wrong that I hoped they’d stay forever?”
“Nope. It’s what I wished for the night all four of us were at the hot spring,” Hadley said. “I know I’m not supposed to tell anyone my wish, but there you have it.”
“I wished for it too,” I admitted.
“Well, maybe we’ve got twin hot spring power on our side.”
We went back into the house and Hadley beelined to the fridge and pulled out a plate of fried chicken. “I’m eating it cold. Don’t judge.”
