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Rabbit impersonation, raced in. “Sorry, I’m late. I’ll get the wine. Oh, you got the wine. Excellent. I’ll get the Oreos.”
    “They’re already on the coffee table.”
    “Malted milk balls?”
    Sam nodded. “Check.”
    “And the—”
    “Done. M&M’s. Chocolate-covered pretzels. Ice cream toppings, including hot fudge. And two kinds of ice cream in the freezer. All assembled and ready for consumption. Voilà.” She handed Brooklyn a glass of white wine.
    “Oh.” Brooklyn stared at the wine and seemed to let her brain catch up before turning and surveying the coffee table in wonder. “We always prep for the MCs together. And I made you do everything. I’m sorry I was late, Sammie.”
    “’Sokay,” Sam answered with a smile. “You’re in love. It’s what happens. Plus, it wasn’t that much work.”
    Brooklyn eased onto a bar stool at the counter. “You’re the greatest of the great, you know that? And dependable. I feel like I can always count on you.”
    “Don’t forget the cute one. I’m also that.”
    “Duh. Just look at you. Five feet two-inches of adorable.”
    Adorable. Cute. Dependable. Those were words she was comfortable with and used to hearing. They were the adjectives people often employed to describe her. Given, they weren’t as exciting as alluring or mysterious or sexy , but she was fine with that.
    As she carried a second tray full of treats to the coffee table, she caught her reflection looking back at her. Medium-length auburn hair, which she then tucked behind her left ear instinctually, and dark green eyes. You’d think she was of Irish descent based on the color combination, but her dad’s family was from Poland and her mom had Native American ties. So it was really just a fluke of her parents’ combined DNA. No one else in her family had auburn hair, and since she was an only child, there were no siblings to compare with. Her height, however, was a direct pass-down from her mother. No female relative on that side of the family had ever bypassed the five-five mark. All in all, Sam knew she was a decent-looking girl, pretty enough, but she’d never thought of herself as a major head turner. She was the type who kept her head down and got things done. And there was nothing wrong with that. In fact, others respected her for it.
    “So are you going to tell me what this is all about?”
    Sam turned to face Brooklyn. “The MC? Definitely. Once the others arrive.”
    Brooklyn pointed energetically at the sliding loft door and their two friends entering together. “Now?”
    “Almost. You’re kind of five years old right now, you should know this.”
    Mallory rounded the island. “Brooklyn’s five?”
    Sam nodded. “She is. Super impatient.”
    “But a likeable five-year-old,” Hunter said and kissed Brooklyn’s cheek.
    Brooklyn grinned at the compliment. “Aw, I can live with five, then.” She studied Hunter’s look. “But I have to hate you. Since when do you have all-black cool pajamas? Why don’t I have all-black cool pajamas?”
    Hunter shrugged. “No one is stopping you.”
    Samantha poured wine for the new arrivals. “We’re not as cool as Hunter. It’s a cosmic rule and thereby fruitless to try. We’ll crash and burn a fiery fashion death.”
    “Thanks, Sam,” Hunter said, kissing her cheek, too. “You’re my favorite.”
    “Easy come, easy go,” Brooklyn sighed.
    But it was a fact of life. Hunter was blessed with the gift of effortless style. She could take an outfit that would look extreme or tragic on someone else and make it chic and sexy. Even dressed down, Hunter managed to look gorgeous. While the three of them came dressed in a variety of plaid pajama pants and tank tops, Hunter came in slender fitting black crop sweatpants and black cami top that elongated her slender torso and brought out the sleekness of her five-seven frame. Her hair was down tonight and fell in luxurious dark waves down her back, but it was a surefire bet that