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    “Why are you taking a cooking class?” Ally asked, moving around Jake’s chair and planting herself on his lap. He kissed her cheek softly and snuggled her close, earning a pronounced eye roll from James. “I could teach you how to cook.”
    “You can’t cook,” Grady scoffed.
    “I can so cook,” Ally said. “I cook for Jake all the time. Tell them.”
    “My angel is a master chef,” Jake replied, smiling indulgently. “She can cook anything she wants.”
    “You’re just saying that because you two are all lovey-dovey since you moved in together,” Grady said. “That’s how it always is when you first start cohabitating. The bloom will fall off the rose before long. Trust me.”
    Sophie scowled at Grady. “Excuse me?”
    “For everyone but us, sugar,” Grady said, winking. “Our bloom is always … in bloom.”
    “Nice save,” Finn said, grinning as he rubbed Emma’s back. She was sitting on the lounge chair in front of him, and even though she was barely showing, she was convinced her ankles were fat. Anyone who passed by had to look at them.
    “Ally actually can cook,” Jake said. “Pasta is her specialty, but she made these little chicken things with roasted potatoes the other night and it was amazing.”
    “They were Cornish hens,” Ally corrected, tucking her flyaway brown hair behind her ear. “I found the recipe on the Internet.” She turned to Mandy. “You know you don’t need to take a class, right? Just find a recipe you like and follow the instructions. They’re idiot proof.”
    “Leave her alone,” James instructed. “If she wants to take a cooking class, she can take a cooking class.”
    Grady flipped his thumbs up to encourage James, who was still angry, if his furrowed brow was to be believed. “I need to go help James grill,” Grady said, rubbing Sophie’s knee briefly and then getting up.
    “What are you helping him with?” Sophie asked.
    “Did you get the crawfish?” Grady asked hopefully. If he could cook something, James might thaw by the end of dinner.
    “I did,” James said. “They’re in the refrigerator. Why don’t you get them ready?”
    “That’s just what I was going to suggest.”
    “I can help,” Mandy offered, shifting her attention to James.
    “I’ve got it,” he said. “Grady wants to do the crawfish. I’m pretty sure he’s going to demand to do them.”
    “I am,” Grady said, resigned. “I can’t wait to do the crawfish.”
    Ally leaned over so she could whisper. “What’s going on?”
    “I think James is mad because he was complaining about me taking the cooking class this afternoon and then he warned Grady not to bring it up,” Mandy replied, nonplussed. “Grady is in trouble for telling Sophie.”
    “I didn’t realize it was a secret,” Sophie said. “I wouldn’t have brought it up if I knew it was a sore subject.”
    “It’s not a sore subject,” Mandy said. “James is just … being James.”
    “He doesn’t want you to be away from him,” Ally said. “You know he doesn’t care about takeout, right? He’d be perfectly happy with you, rampant nudity, and pizza for the rest of his life.”
    “I care,” Mandy said, tamping down her irritation. “I care. I should be able to cook for my husband.”
    Ally scrunched up her face. “Why? Your husband wants you to love him. I don’t remember hearing anything about cooking in the vows you exchanged.”
    “Just … leave it alone,” Mandy said, getting to her feet.
    “Where are you going?” Ally asked, confused.
    “I need a drink,” Mandy said, refusing to meet her friend’s gaze and moving toward the house. “Come on, Grady. I’ll help you with the crawfish.”
    Grady followed her wordlessly. James was still watching his wife’s back when the door shut. He was officially worried.
     
    “DO you want to tell me what’s going on?” Grady asked, opening the seafood package and dumping the crawfish into a colander so he could wash them. “You