The Engagement Arrangement (Boots and Bouquets #2) - Jaci Burton Page 0,52
her vineyard were a no-go. “Oh. Not doable ideas, then.”
“I assume you told her no,” Erin said, shuffling her papers as she sat.
“I definitely told her we couldn’t accommodate a waterfall, but I told her we could rent a nice fountain that could be placed on the arbor or next to the arbor for atmospheric and audible purposes.”
“That sounds lovely,” Brenna said. “What did she say?”
“She said it wasn’t ideal, but she’d think about it.”
Erin shrugged. “I think it’s a great compromise. You’re so smart, Honor.”
“Agree,” Brenna said. “You really try to give the bridal couple everything they ask for. I couldn’t do it. I’d run screaming down the road every day if I had to do what you do.”
Honor laughed. “Most couples are fabulous and super easy. It’s only the occasional difficult ones that try my patience.”
“Okay, let’s get rolling on this meeting so we can all get to work.”
Erin was always the one to call the meeting to order, mainly because she liked to be in charge, and neither Brenna nor Honor cared one way or the other.
“Before we get started,” Honor said. “Brenna, you’re just glowy this morning. Do you have a new facial regimen that you need to share with us?”
“Uh, no. I took a shower.”
Erin studied her. “Honor’s right. And I showered, too, but I don’t glow like that. Did you use a new mask?”
“No. I showered. Washed my face. Can we move on now?”
“She wasn’t at breakfast this morning,” Honor said.
“Oh, really,” Erin said.
Brenna rolled her eyes. “That’s hardly earth-shattering news.”
“No, it’s not,” Honor said. “But Finn wasn’t at breakfast this morning, either.”
Erin gave her a smug smile. “Oh, now that is very interesting. Couple that with the morning glow . . .”
Honor’s eyes widened. “You had sex. That’s a sex glow.”
Erin nodded. “Yes, definitely a sex glow. A first-time-sex glow.”
They were like the most annoying detectives ever. Correct, but annoying as hell. “It’s freaking hot outside and I’m still sweaty from the shower. You’re both being ridiculous.”
Honor looked over at Erin. “Notice she didn’t deny the sex part.”
“She did not. Definitely guilty. So you spent the night with Finn and had so many orgasms it’s written all over your face.”
Her body trembled a little just thinking about all those orgasms. Which she was not about to discuss with her sisters.
“I have nothing to say.”
“Oh, come on,” Erin said. “You both browbeat me to death when I was first seeing Jason. Turnabout is fair play. Now spill. Did you do it in the house here?”
“Of course not. Mom and Dad are light sleepers. I would never—”
Honor pointed a finger at her. “Aha. Which means you did have sex with Finn. Obviously at his place. I knew it.”
“Good sleuthing, Honor,” Erin said, high-fiving her sister.
Brenna rolled her eyes. “This is juvenile.”
Erin laughed. “You’re just mad that you couldn’t keep it a secret.”
“Oh, right, like what’s going on with the two of them is any secret,” Honor said. “She practically drools anytime Finn gets within ten feet of her.”
Now they were being asinine. “I do not. And we’re not in a relationship. We’re still faking.”
“Did you fake it last night?” Honor asked. “Judging from how hot Finn is, my guess is no.”
“I’m not dignifying that with an answer.”
“Because we know the answer.” Erin held out her hands toward Brenna. “Hence, the glow.”
“Could we please talk about something other than my sex life now that you two have had your fun?”
“Okay, fine,” Honor said with an exaggerated sigh. “But you know we both approve of you and Finn. And you should consider making this relationship not fake. He’s good for you, Bren. And he’s always liked you.”
Erin nodded. “He has. And I like how you are with him.”
Brenna frowned. “How exactly am I with him?”
“I don’t know. More relaxed. More like your old self, like you were before Mitchell.”
Huh. That was interesting. She hadn’t noticed that she’d changed since Mitchell. But maybe she had.
As Erin talked on about wedding budgets, Brenna thought about who she was then versus who she’d become post-Mitchell. Sure, she’d had her heart broken. She’d gone into her marriage bright-eyed and with hopes of an incredible future, only to have her hopes dashed. And sure, she’d withdrawn for a while, but she’d eventually dragged herself back up to the surface and moved on with her life, taking up all the activities she loved, like her books and her gardening and her genealogy work.
Maybe love and romance had taken a spot on the back