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he said what he said or left the way he did because he never gave her a chance to ask him.
    Becca brought her attention back to Anne. She had come to the hospital that night and had never left her side. She had been there as Becca struggled to pick up the pieces and put what was left of her life back together again. Anne had given her strength when she didn’t have any, and even now, she was still more concerned with hurting Becca’s feelings than her own.
    Becca didn’t want anything to come between Anne and her happiness. She had worried enough about Becca and should be focused on enjoying the gift that she and Josh had been given.
    “Anne , you need to stop over-thinking everything. I want to be there.”
    Anne looked up at her with her big brown hopeful eyes. “Really? You’re sure?”
    Becca patted her hand and stood to move back to the mirror. “Yes, I’m positive. Anyway, if we find out that it’s going to be a boy you’re going to need backup when you tell Josh you want to name his son Junior.”
    “He is so going to freak. I can’t wait to tell him. I’m hoping for a nice fight so we can have makeup sex.” Anne waggled her eyebrows and chuckled.
    Shaking her head, Becca scoffed at her friend. “Anne, you’re incorrigible. You have to be the only person I know that hopes for a fight.”
    “What? Make up sex is H.O.T. It’s so grrrr … How do you think I got this way? The last time we fought he flipped me over and...”
    Becca put her hand up. “Stop! I so don’t need to know how Josh had you all twisted up. Can you get your mind off of sex for a minute? I seriously need to vent about how I have to find a new gown and how I really don’t want to go to Victoria’s New Year’s Eve Masquerade Wedding Reception.”
    Anne laughed and smiled at Becca . “Sorry, can’t help it. This whole pregnancy thing has my libido in overdrive. Why don’t you want to go to the party? It sounds like a fun time.”
    Becca sighed and ran her hands down the dress. Anne had always been the outgoing and adventurous one. She grabbed onto opportunity when it presented itself and had always been willing to go to new places or try new things.
    Becca was different. She never considered herself shy or naïve, but she liked the familiar whether it was with people or staying within her small town she called home. A night out was usually grabbing a drink at Frank’s Bar and dancing to some country tunes playing out of the juke box. That was a good time to Becca. She knew what to expect, and it was simple. Exactly the way she liked it.
    “It’s New York City on New Year’s Eve. It’s going to be chaos. I’m uncomfortable already, and I’m not even there.” Becca put her hand on her stomach to calm the uneasy feeling that suddenly settled there. “I’m nauseated just thinking about all those people in that setting. Who has a masquerade party as a wedding reception, anyway? Wait, sorry, it’s not a reception. According to the invitation, it’s a gala.”
    “Now who’s over -thinking things? There’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s a party where you get to dress up, nothing more.” Becca could see Anne shrug in the reflection of the mirror. “It’s Vicky’s third marriage. I’m not Ms. Wedding Etiquette, but I’m guessing at number three you can do whatever the hell you want. I think asking for donations for the Inner City Battered Women’s Shelter in lieu of presents is a nice gesture.”
    Becca snorted before she could stop it. “It’s not Vicky, remember? That’s too common. It’s Victoria. Yeah, the donations seem generous, but what could she possibly need or want as gift at this point? It’s not that she isn’t able to keep up her Prada and Jimmy Choo lifestyle with the divorce settlements from the first two husbands. Victoria lives to be in the spotlight, and I’m guessing she will use it for publicity with every news agency in the city being there to take pictures.”
    Anne lifted her