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quietly to herself, making Mike pull back and look at her with amusement.
    “Something funny?”
    “I’ll tell you later.”
    “Thinking about hot firefighters?” Krysta asked with a wink as she strolled back to where the rest of the wedding supplies were being unloaded from various trucks. The big event was in two days, and Pete and Sandy had called every friend they knew to come work for the long weekend. Krysta told Lydia she would have done it for free, but everyone was being paid.
    Which was even better.
    Lydia, Mike and Jeremy all planned to donate their wages to one of Jeremy’s microloan funds in Southeast Asia, a fact her parents knew. Stubborn as mules, they still insisted on paying them for their time.
    Having their daughter in a relationship with two very, very rich men made no difference to her parents. They treated everyone the same.
    And that extended to persistent questions about weddings and grandchildren.
    Without thinking, Lydia touched her belly at the thought of grandchildren. Someday , she thought. Someday.  
    But not yet.
    “We need seven cribs!” Miles shouted from the area where the trucks congregated, parked in drunken lines at various angles, ramps extending out of open backs like grey metal tongues. “We only have six.”
    Pete groaned, then pulled off his wide-brimmed hat, scratching his head. He gave Lydia’s mother an amused look. “We have any leftover from Caleb?”
    “A crib from the early 1990s?” she scoffed. “No. We need to get some of those portable things. What do they call them?”
    “Pack a potties?” Jeremy mused. “Port a crib? Pack ’n Port? Baby in a Box?”
    Mike snorted. “Pack ’n Play.”
    Lydia shot him an appraising look. “How would you know the name of a piece of baby equipment?”
    He shrugged. “Hotels? I don’t know.”
    Sandy’s eyes narrowed as she took them in.
    And Lydia’s hand stayed in place, palm warm against the soft skin on her body, right where a baby might grow.
    Someday .

Chapter Three
    Josie
    Managing her mother was like holding a feral baby possum in your hands while juggling cooked spaghetti.
    Josie and Alex had gotten Aunt Cathy, Uncle Calvin, her mother, and Uncle Mike to the hotel where they were staying for the night, before the whole crew would go on up to the campground where the wedding was being held.
    But they’d been dropped off at the hotel on the ocean’s edge, Aunt Cathy gasping at the sight of the grey-green water. Landlocked for life, her Ohio relatives were finally seeing the Atlantic, and the thrill of knowing how excited they were took some of the sting out of her mother’s arrest.
    Yes, arrest . Marlene would face charges, though at this point she was released to go with Aunt Cathy and her uncles, with a requirement that they go back to the airport to talk with some governing authority. In the haze of the evening, Josie hadn’t been too clear on what was going on.
    Josie’s phone rang. Before she could say a word, she heard, “I take it Aunt Marlene and the crew arrived all safe and sound in Portland.” Her niece/cousin, Darla, spoke as if they were picking up an earlier conversation mid-stream. Darla had a tendency to do this.
    She wasn’t exactly a formal person.
    “How’d you know?”
    “Your mom’s naked tits are all over Twitter.”
    Really not formal.
    “Don’t look at the hashtag #doublemilehigh.”
    “Damn it.” Josie wasn’t even on Twitter and didn’t generally care about social media beyond protecting Laura, Mike, Dylan and the kids from the assholes who attacked their dating service, Good Things Come in Threes, but knowing that those pictures were out there still made her cringe.
    “You got to hand it to Aunt Marlene: she knows how to make an entrance.”
    “My mother was naked wearing a luggage tag on her nipple.”
    “Better than on her clit.”
    “DARLA!”
    “What? I’m just sayin’....”
    “You don’t need to say it.”
    “Someone’s got to. How in the hell do you