‘I would have gone with roses.’
‘Well, I went with lilies,’ Joss butted in from across the room where she was sitting on the arm of the chair where Braden was relaxing. He was talking about something with Adam. Clark was in the other armchair by the television, somehow managing to grade papers among all our chatter. His son, Declan, a twelve-and-a-half-year-old computer geek, was huddled on the floor with Cole, playing a Nintendo DS, while Mick and Cam sat on the other end of the sofa that Ellie and I were on. Jo had disappeared upstairs with Ellie’s sixteen-year-old half sister, Hannah. They were really close and tended to disappear to Hannah’s room for a chat before dinner.
Ellie smiled at Joss. ‘They’re still really pretty. I’ll just go with roses in my wedding.’
‘Do you like roses, Adam?’ Joss asked, grinning mischievously at Ellie.
Adam blinked as he was drawn out of his discussion with Braden. ‘Sorry?’
‘Roses? For your wedding? Ellie wants them.’
‘Ellie can have what she wants.’
Looking a little nonplussed, Joss asked, ‘You don’t have a say in it?’
He frowned. ‘Nope. My only job is to turn up and say “I do.” ’
Joss made a face at Braden, who looked as though he was trying really hard not to laugh. ‘How come Adam gets the job I wanted in our wedding?’
Braden’s mouth twitched. ‘You could have had that job. I did offer to do everything myself.’
‘But …’ She glanced from him to Ellie to Adam. ‘There was definite emotional manipulation involved. Ellie’s not doing that to Adam.’
Now Braden was laughing. ‘What emotional manipulation? I do believe I said something along the lines of “Well, I’ll plan the wedding, then.” Nothing more. You were the one who got all mushy and grateful and decided to help out.’
Joss’s eyebrows hit her hairline. ‘Mushy?’
‘Uh-oh,’ Ellie muttered under her breath.
I smirked and impishly added fuel to the fire. ‘Joss, you can be a little mushy. You try hard to hide it, but it slips out sometimes.’
‘Uh-oh,’ Ellie muttered. ‘Silly Olivia.’
I shrugged, smiling, as I awaited Joss’s reaction, which was almost always guaranteed to be funny.
Instead she just stared at me, seeming unable to come up with a response. Finally she slumped back against the arm Braden had wrapped around her waist. ‘I don’t do mushy,’ she murmured. ‘I do tender. There’s a difference.’
‘Tender?’ Adam raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
Now she definitely looked affronted. ‘I can do tender. Braden, tell him.’
Her fiancé grinned, and my chest did that achy, flippy thing again when he leaned over to press a loving kiss on her shoulder. God, I wanted what they had.
Joss turned to look over her shoulder at him. ‘Was that an affirmative?’
Braden laughed softly and looked up at Adam pointedly. ‘Jocelyn has her own brand of tender.’
The way he said it was filled with innuendo and she rolled her eyes and straightened away from him. ‘Now you’re just being annoying.’ She gave us an indignant stare and insisted, ‘I can do tender.’
‘I believe you,’ I replied, trying not to laugh.
Adam quickly turned the conversation back to whatever it was he was discussing with Braden while Joss pretended to ignore them by pulling out her phone and checking her e-mails.
I nudged Ellie. ‘So what do you think Hannah and Jo are talking about upstairs?’
Ellie glanced up at the ceiling and blew air out between her lips. ‘Hannah’s been quiet lately – I suspect a boy is in the picture. She looks the way she looks and is absolutely hilarious and yet she’s not been out on a date yet?’ Els looked incredulous. ‘That just doesn’t seem right. I think she’s hiding a romance from us.’
‘You must be dying to know for sure.’
‘Oh, I am.’ Ellie’s pretty pale blue eyes were wide with curiosity. ‘But the most important thing is that she has someone to talk to, even if it’s not me.’
I frowned in thought. ‘Why isn’t it you?’
‘I think she thinks I’d get caught up in it and fail to give her real advice. Hannah is more of a realist than I am. I think if it’s a boy issue she’ll feel more comfortable discussing it with Jo. Jo has a more practical outlook on these things, whereas I might get a little overenthused about it all. I mean, my wee sister’s first romance – that’s huge.’
‘You are so dying to know what is going on with her.’
‘Eh ye-uh, it’s killing me.’
‘Dinner!’ Elodie called from the dining room, and we all shot up as though we’d been starving for days.
We crammed into the dining room, inhaling the aroma of good food. Only three months ago Elodie and Clark had invested in a larger dining table because her Sunday dinners had rapidly grown in size since Joss’s arrival into their lives.
‘Work going okay?’ Dad asked me as we settled into our chairs next to each other.