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

will you?” She pressed a kiss to his cheek. “See you tomorrow.”
    “See you then, dear.” Al grinned as Jonquil said goodbye too and they left the house.
    “I love that man. Too bad he doesn’t have another son,” Jonquil said.
    “I think half-sisters is close enough, you probably don’t have to marry my husband’s brother to keep me from ignoring you when the year is up,” Delphi said.
    “It wasn’t about you, you dork. It was about him. If only he were twenty years younger.” She sighed dramatically. She still had her eye on Gage, but since that was going nowhere, and Al was definitely too old for her, she’d have to see what else was available. Even with her crazy schedule she sometimes got asked out for dates, but she was tired of the old round of getting-to-know-you events with men she barely knew.
    She thought of the way Gage had gotten up to hold his conversation outside, the grim set to his jaw when he returned and the sincere apology he’d given Jeremy. She liked that he left everything to check on his mom when he thought she needed help, even though it sounded like she was a bit of a hypochondriac. Or maybe that was just Jeremy’s take on things.
    Jonquil stopped at the theater and stuck her head in. The place was empty. Tomb-like almost. They must have finished rehearsals early, and Angela had gotten a ride home. Hallelujah.
    She returned to Delphi in the car. “They’re gone. Let’s make that grocery run and head home. I need to start cooking. Rosemary gave me a recipe for the chocolate soufflé she made at work the other day and I want to give it a try. I just need to find a few hours to try it out.”
    “You work too much.” Delphi pulled back onto the main road.
    Jonquil rolled her eyes.
    “I’m serious. Tara is completely capable of handling the floral center for a day or two without you looking over her shoulder. You should give her some space to show what she can do and give yourself a break now and then.”
    “Pot, kettle.” Jonquil had heard the lecture before and really didn’t need it now.
    “Hey, I’m making time to get away more—and you should too.”
    “I’ll keep that in mind.” But Jonquil was glad when they pulled into the grocery store parking lot and Delphi changed the subject to their shopping list.
    An hour later they finished shopping and turned onto their street. Several strange cars were parked along the road in front of the house, figures moved behind the curtains inside and when they opened the garage, three strange cars were parked inside.
    As Jonquil opened her car door, she heard the low pounding of bass coming from the kitchen door. She and Delphi shared a look. “Sounds like Angela’s having a party.”
    “Yeah.” Delphi frowned. “Did she talk to you about it first?”
    “Nope.” Jonquil decided to reserve judgment until they got inside. She hadn’t seen many people through the windows—but the drapes had been shut so there was no telling how many people had come to relax at their place.
    They each grabbed half of the grocery bags and moved inside.
    The music assaulted their ears the moment the door opened into the kitchen. Food was spread across the counter: chips, sodas, beer, cookies, and sandwich makings filled the space. A couple stood in front of the sink, entwined and kissing as if there weren’t at least twenty other people in the large open room with them. The big dining table hosted several chatting people and held yet more beer and the living room was filled with people talking and laughing. Angela was the center of attention—as usual.
    She glanced up at Jonquil and flashed a grin. “Good, you’re home. I tried to call you but it went to voice mail. I hope you don’t mind me having a few friends over.”
    “A few?” Delphi asked in a low voice.
    “My phone never rang.” Jonquil held her tongue on whether she minded about the deluge of visitors. They had always had a fairly open door with all of the sisters and their