Charity felt confused. “And that’s a bad thing?”
“The groom and I were dating when they met. For nearly a year. He’d bought me an engagement ring. But before he gave it to me, he met my sister and they kicked me to the curb.”
“Ouch,” Charity said. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. He was a jerk,” Katie told her.
Charity had a feeling that was the alcohol talking more than her heart.
“The worst part is that the wedding is a four-day party up at the Lodge,” Jo added.
“I need a date and I don’t have one.” Katie hiccupped softly.
“There’s always Josh,” Jo offered.
Katie rolled her eyes. “I need a date with a guy people will believe I’m actually seeing. There’s no one. And now my mother is offering to set me up with her best friend’s son. Howie.”
Charity tried to muffle a laugh. “Okay, it’s not a traditionally romantic name, but he could be great.”
“I met him back when we were kids. He’s a total nerd, and not in a good way. We hated each other, and I get to spend four days with him. Someone just shoot me now.”
“How about another margarita?” Jo asked.
“That works, too.” Katie looked at Charity. “Are you happily married or dating? Because I’ll warn you—in this crowd, you’d be the only one.”
“Sorry, no. I have a string of bad breakups, as well.”
“Bummer,” Katie mumbled. “What’s wrong with us?”
“Nothing,” Jo said firmly. “You don’t need a man to be happy.”
“Try telling that to my whoo-whoo. It hasn’t seen action in nearly a year.”
Now Charity did laugh. Fortunately Katie didn’t seem to notice.
“There’s Crystal,” she said. “At least she was happy before.”
Jo poured another drink. “Crystal’s husband was killed in Iraq.” She glanced toward the doorway, then lowered her voice. “She’s sick. Cancer. So she doesn’t drink. Just so you don’t offer her anything.”
Charity thought about Pia’s friend. “She looks fine.”
“Right now things are good. We’re hoping the treatment can kill the cancer without taking her, too.”
“How awful. Does she have children?” Bad enough for them to lose their father, but now to be worried about their mother.
“Not exactly.”
Charity would have blamed her confusion on the wine, only she hadn’t yet taken a sip. “What do you mean?”
“They froze some embryos before her husband went off to Iraq. Just in case. She was planning to have them implanted, but the lymphoma was discovered during the routine physical. She wants to get better so she can have her babies.” Jo poured herself a glass of red. “Sometimes, life’s a bitch.”
Charity didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry.”
“We all are and there’s nothing any of us can do. That’s the worst part. Well, not for Crystal, obviously.” Jo shook her head. “I think I’ve had too much to drink. I don’t usually go on like this. Come on. Let’s get back to the girls.”
Charity followed Jo and Katie into the living room where she did her best not to stare at Crystal. Talk about sad.
“Are you enjoying Fool’s Gold?” one of the women asked.
“No one cares about that,” Desiree said with a laugh. “I want to know what she thinks of Josh.”
The room went silent as every pair of eyes focused on Charity. She froze, her glass of wine halfway to her lips.
“Excuse me?”
“You’re living at that hotel with him,” Desiree said with a laugh. “Tell us everything.”
Charity put down the wine. “I, ah, don’t live with him. I have a room at the hotel.” There was no way she was going to mention they were in rooms right next to each other. Talk about trouble. “I’ve met him a few times and he seems nice.”
“Have you gone out on a date?” one woman asked.
“No. Of course not.”
Jo rolled her eyes. “Charity’s new to our evil ways. Don’t scare her off the first night. There hasn’t been much news on the Josh front lately, so they’re hungry for gossip about their favorite topic.”
“He’s a favorite topic?”
Nearly everyone laughed. Even Crystal chuckled.
“He’s gorgeous,” Desiree said with a sigh. “That face, that body.”
“That butt,” Pia muttered from the couch.
“She lives,” Jo said. “Hang in there, honey. It’ll get worse before it gets better, but you’ll survive.”
“There are other good-looking men in town,” Charity said.
“Maybe. But no one is like Josh,” Desiree told her. “It seems like he hasn’t had a real fling in a while.”
“There was that ski instructor,” Crystal said.
“That was last year. I can’t think of anyone.” Desiree looked hopefully at Charity. “Unless you want to confess something.”
“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but we’ve barely had any contact.” No way she was going to rat him out, she thought. This was a tough crowd. “Besides, I don’t think I’m his type.”
“If you’re female, you’re his type,” a woman across the room said.