kill me.”
“He doesn’t have to know,” Angelina said pointedly.
“Don’t you give her one,” Faith said when Lyric started to hand a cupcake to Angelina. “She has to watch her blood sugar. She failed her first glucose tolerance test and they want to do a repeat. Until they get the results, she has to watch her sugar intake.”
“Wow, I take back what I said about you being nice,” Lyric said. “That’s pretty ruthless. Withholding sugar from a pregnant woman.”
“I’ll take that,” Julie said as she walked by and lifted the cupcake from Lyric’s hand.
Lyric shot her a dark look. “I’ve killed people for less.”
Julie’s eyebrow shot up. “And you people call me vicious. If she keeps that up, I’ll have to tell Connor to collar her.”
“Only if you want it wrapped around your mouth,” Lyric drawled.
“Did you all desert the guys?” Faith asked as she frowned at Julie.
“Oh, they’re out bonding over charcoal,” Angelina said with a wave of her hand. “You know what happens when you mix men, lighter fluid, a grill and beer.”
“Sit,” Faith directed Angelina. “I swear I don’t know how you stand. You’re all belly. It seems like you’d teeter over.”
Angelina scowled at Faith but hoisted herself up onto a bar stool. Julie took a seat across the bar from Angelina and arched an eyebrow in her direction.
“Okay, so give us the scoop, Angelina. When are you going to put Micah out of his misery?”
Faith shook her head. “It’s like déjà vu. We had this same conversation with Serena before she married Damon.”
Lyric shifted from one foot to the other. As if sensing Lyric’s discomfort, Faith turned to explain.
“Serena is our other best friend and she made Damon wait before she agreed to marry him.”
“Yes, but she waited because she wasn’t sure,” Angelina softly interjected. “That’s not the case here. I’d marry Micah tomorrow, but I have to be sure this is what he wants. I won’t be second best. I won’t have him marry me because he feels it’s the right thing to do.”
Faith moved beside Angelina and wrapped an arm around her. “He loves you, honey. He loves you and Nia so much. You’re all he talks about at work. The guys avoid him because he drives them crazy asking them baby stuff they don’t have a clue about.”
“That’s sweet,” Lyric murmured.
Angelina sighed. “He’s great. Really, he is. He’s been so wonderful with me and the baby. I’m crazy about him and I don’t want to be without him.”
“Then why are you driving yourself crazy?” Faith asked gently.
Angelina chewed on her lip, her dark eyes shadowed by worry. “I have this fear that he’ll wake up one day and think to himself that I’m not the one he wanted. That he’s trapped. That I pressured him into a relationship he didn’t want. You have to admit, I pursued him relentlessly.”
Lyric raised an eyebrow. Her opinion of the other woman just went up by several notches. She liked a woman who knew her mind and didn’t sit around waiting for what she wanted.
“It’s all about taking a chance,” Julie said. “I’ve thought the same thing about Nathan more times than I care to admit. I used to worry that he’d get tired of me and move on. But he convinced me to give him a chance, and really, there aren’t any guarantees. Men do stupid shit all the time. There’s a trigger when they hit middle age that they want dumber, younger and prettier.”
“Oh Jesus, Julie.” Faith groaned. “You’re not helping here.”
Julie shrugged. “Just telling the truth. The point is, you have to take a chance and you have to not only love your guy but you have to trust that he loves you just as much. What else can you do?”
“When you put it like that,” Angelina said ruefully.
Faith squeezed Angelina again. “You almost make me want to give you a cupcake.”
Lyric laughed at the disgusted look on Angelina’s face.
“I hope we haven’t bored you,
“He doesn’t have to know,” Angelina said pointedly.
“Don’t you give her one,” Faith said when Lyric started to hand a cupcake to Angelina. “She has to watch her blood sugar. She failed her first glucose tolerance test and they want to do a repeat. Until they get the results, she has to watch her sugar intake.”
“Wow, I take back what I said about you being nice,” Lyric said. “That’s pretty ruthless. Withholding sugar from a pregnant woman.”
“I’ll take that,” Julie said as she walked by and lifted the cupcake from Lyric’s hand.
Lyric shot her a dark look. “I’ve killed people for less.”
Julie’s eyebrow shot up. “And you people call me vicious. If she keeps that up, I’ll have to tell Connor to collar her.”
“Only if you want it wrapped around your mouth,” Lyric drawled.
“Did you all desert the guys?” Faith asked as she frowned at Julie.
“Oh, they’re out bonding over charcoal,” Angelina said with a wave of her hand. “You know what happens when you mix men, lighter fluid, a grill and beer.”
“Sit,” Faith directed Angelina. “I swear I don’t know how you stand. You’re all belly. It seems like you’d teeter over.”
Angelina scowled at Faith but hoisted herself up onto a bar stool. Julie took a seat across the bar from Angelina and arched an eyebrow in her direction.
“Okay, so give us the scoop, Angelina. When are you going to put Micah out of his misery?”
Faith shook her head. “It’s like déjà vu. We had this same conversation with Serena before she married Damon.”
Lyric shifted from one foot to the other. As if sensing Lyric’s discomfort, Faith turned to explain.
“Serena is our other best friend and she made Damon wait before she agreed to marry him.”
“Yes, but she waited because she wasn’t sure,” Angelina softly interjected. “That’s not the case here. I’d marry Micah tomorrow, but I have to be sure this is what he wants. I won’t be second best. I won’t have him marry me because he feels it’s the right thing to do.”
Faith moved beside Angelina and wrapped an arm around her. “He loves you, honey. He loves you and Nia so much. You’re all he talks about at work. The guys avoid him because he drives them crazy asking them baby stuff they don’t have a clue about.”
“That’s sweet,” Lyric murmured.
Angelina sighed. “He’s great. Really, he is. He’s been so wonderful with me and the baby. I’m crazy about him and I don’t want to be without him.”
“Then why are you driving yourself crazy?” Faith asked gently.
Angelina chewed on her lip, her dark eyes shadowed by worry. “I have this fear that he’ll wake up one day and think to himself that I’m not the one he wanted. That he’s trapped. That I pressured him into a relationship he didn’t want. You have to admit, I pursued him relentlessly.”
Lyric raised an eyebrow. Her opinion of the other woman just went up by several notches. She liked a woman who knew her mind and didn’t sit around waiting for what she wanted.
“It’s all about taking a chance,” Julie said. “I’ve thought the same thing about Nathan more times than I care to admit. I used to worry that he’d get tired of me and move on. But he convinced me to give him a chance, and really, there aren’t any guarantees. Men do stupid shit all the time. There’s a trigger when they hit middle age that they want dumber, younger and prettier.”
“Oh Jesus, Julie.” Faith groaned. “You’re not helping here.”
Julie shrugged. “Just telling the truth. The point is, you have to take a chance and you have to not only love your guy but you have to trust that he loves you just as much. What else can you do?”
“When you put it like that,” Angelina said ruefully.
Faith squeezed Angelina again. “You almost make me want to give you a cupcake.”
Lyric laughed at the disgusted look on Angelina’s face.
“I hope we haven’t bored you,
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