Her sisters came to a halt, forcing her to stop walking as well. They faced her, their expressions a combination of concern and something that if she didn’t know better she would say was guilt.
“What?” she demanded. “Don’t play games with me. I’ve had a tough day.”
Although, on the bright side, seeing her mother having sex put her problems with Tucker in perspective.
“We’re planning a wedding,” Dakota said.
“Yours. I know.” Nevada glanced at Montana. “Unless you and Simon have made it official. Just a tip here—we all know you’re in love and planning to get married, so what’s with the guy not coughing up the ring?”
Montana laughed and held up her left hand. A giant diamond sparkled in the morning light.
Nevada shrieked and grabbed her. “The guy has taste. You gotta love that.”
The three of them hugged.
When they’d started walking again, Dakota drew in a breath.
“We’ve been talking….” She trailed off.
Nevada frowned. Dakota always knew what to say. “What?” she demanded.
“We were thinking we would really like a double wedding, but then we thought you’d feel bad, so we decided not to, but it makes financial sense, but if it’s mean or you’re hurt or don’t want us to, we won’t.”
Dakota got the words out in a rush, then stood there, twisting her hands together.
“We love you,” Montana added.
“I know that,” Nevada told her, stunned by the words. A double wedding. Sure. They were engaged and sisters and Dakota was pregnant so getting married made sense. As for them doing it at the same time, the three of them had shared nearly all their milestones. Why not a wedding?
Except she would be left out, what with not even dating, let alone being serious about someone.
“I think it’s a great idea,” she said, smiling, hoping she sounded excited and happy. “Do you have any dates picked out?”
“We were talking about Thanksgiving weekend,” Dakota said. “Mom thinks Ford will be home for the holidays.”
Ford was the youngest of their brothers, although still older than them. He was in the navy and stationed overseas.
“You’ll want Ford here,” she said firmly. “I think Thanksgiving weekend is a great time.”
They both studied her, as if searching for the truth. Nevada held in a sigh. What was she supposed to say? That she felt lonely and abandoned? That while she was thrilled her sisters had found happiness, she wanted a little of that for herself? Well, she did. But wanting something wouldn’t make it happen and there was no way she was going to stand in the way of her sisters’ weddings.
“You’d better decide pretty soon,” she said. “There aren’t a lot of places that can hold the whole family and half the town.” She smiled at them both. “I’m sure. This is the right thing for you to do.”
“Thank you,” Dakota whispered.
“I’m the superior triplet,” Nevada told her. “I don’t know why you were worried. Now, you two run off and plan your wedding. I’m going to find something with equal parts sugar and fat to clear my head.”
She left her sisters talking about whatever it was prospective brides talked about and hurried toward the closest Starbucks. Once there she got a mocha Frappuccino with whipped cream and told herself that her sisters getting married was a good thing. They deserved to be happy and in love. The fact that she deserved it, too, was something she would wrestle with another time.
SATURDAY AFTERNOON, still reeling from the embedded memory of her mother’s escapades and slightly off-balance from her sisters’ announcement, Nevada found herself with nothing to do and nowhere to go. She wandered into Jo’s Bar thinking she might find some of her friends there. Heidi, Charlie and Annabelle were at a table in the middle and they waved her over.
“We’re escaping the happiness of the Fall Festival,” Charlie announced, pushing a bowl of chips toward Nevada. “I love the festivals, but all those children.” She shuddered.
Heidi laughed. “Not a kid person?”
“Individually they’re fine, but as a group? I don’t think so. Did you read Lord of the Flies?”
Annabelle tilted her head. “It’s not about children,” she began. “It’s an allegory for—”
Charlie groaned. “You really are a librarian.”
“Because I would lie about that?”
They laughed.