The Last Bride (DiCarlo Brides #6) Read Online Free Page A

voice. “He and Natalie take turns checking on her, but Natalie seems to have something come up when Diane is feeling ill—amazingly often considering she doesn’t have a job or anything else important to do.”
    “Be nice. Diane has been through a lot,” Al admonished his son. “I’m sure she really feels sick when she says she does. Some people just don’t feel well very much. Fibromyalgia is bad that way.”
    “Some of them manage to be productive members of society anyway,” Jeremy grumbled. “What was her excuse when we were kids?”
    Jonquil’s brows lifted in surprise, but she kept her mouth shut. It wasn’t like she and Gage were friends, though their conversations in the past few weeks had gotten more friendly and less adversarial than before. She thought she’d seen him give her appraising looks that held less… distrust? than before. She didn’t have a right to say anything about the situation, so she’d pay attention and see what happened. Quiet observation was her specialty.
    Soon Jeremy returned to the roof to continue work, and Jonquil and Delphi cleaned up.
    “You don’t have to do that,” Al protested. “I can clean up. You did all of that work to make dinner.”
    “It wasn’t a big deal, and we’re happy to do it. We’ll bring something non-pizza-ish by for lunch tomorrow. Hard working men deserve to be pampered a little.” Jonquil touched his shoulder and smiled when he turned a little pink. “How is it you’re still single after all this time? You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.” She’d only met Al when they celebrated Delphi and Jeremy’s engagement the previous week, but she couldn’t help but appreciate his bright smile and sweet disposition—though he was way too old for anything but mild flirting.
    He mumbled something about not finding the right woman as he turned away to put the plates in the dishwasher.
    Jonquil shared a smile with Delphi, who was covering the last of the salad with plastic wrap.
    “Are you supposed to pick up Angela tonight?” Delphi asked.
    “Yeah. She keeps saying she’ll start getting rides from the other actors, but since that first night, she’s been calling me.” Jonquil tried not to be irritated about the rides. It hadn’t been that big of a deal so far, but Angela had needed someone to drop everything at work and run her to practice in the afternoon and come back for her in the evening. She ate the food in the fridge and didn’t clean up after herself—which was annoying Delphi to no end, and Jonquil had to hear about it. Jonquil wondered why Angela had picked Juniper Ridge unless all she wanted was free room and board—hadn’t she indicated that the job came with a free room anyway?
    Jonquil stopped herself. Who was she to begrudge her sister a chance to do summer stock? Angela was in college still, studying drama—at the moment—and this opportunity would be invaluable experience. George, Jonquil’s birth father, had always made sure that Jonquil had opportunities like this for her own studies and interests. It wasn’t like Jonquil didn’t have more than enough money to provide food for both of them. She was paid well at her job, still had some money left from her sign-on bonus and would be getting an enormous inheritance in a matter of months. Not being happy to share some of her good fortune with her younger half-sister was selfish. It wasn’t like her parents could help—not with their father’s mounting medical bills and the dead-end job her mother had been forced to take to put food on the table.
    Jonquil had sent money home to help with expenses, but she had the feeling most of it had gone to help keep Angela in college that year.
    “It’s nearly time for her to get out. Let’s swing by to see if she’s almost ready. We need to pick up some groceries anyway.” Delphi put the salad in the fridge and turned to Al. “It was good to see you. Make sure my man doesn’t fall off the roof and hurt himself,