"Yes, you did look like a damsel in distress with all your admirers fawning over you," Sam teased.
"Yeah right. Besides, I was a damsel in distress. I need a little pick-me-up to sustain me, and Cale says there's a surprise in my office too that I want to see," Alex said, moving away from the door.
"Did he?" Sam asked innocently.
Alex slowed and eyed her narrowly. "You know what it is."
"Who me?" She batted her eyelashes and urged Alex to keep moving.
Alex snorted. "You are such a-" The words died in her throat as she stepped into her office and spotted Jo seated in the chair, her feet on the desk.
"Finally!" Jo dropped her feet to the ground and came around the desk. "You took forever getting her here."
"Jo!" Alex gasped, rushing forward to hug her little sister. She just as quickly pulled away to peer at her, noting that while the turn had added some weight to Sam, and removed a couple of pounds from herself, it didn't appear to have changed Jo at all except that she had a healthy glow to her now. They all did, she acknowledged, and asked, "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be traveling in Europe with Nicholas. I thought you couldn't make it."
"And miss your big day?" Jo snorted. "Not bloody likely. Of course we flew back for the party."
"Oh." Alex stepped back to peer at her, and then shifted to slip her arm around Sam too and include her as well. "It's pretty awesome isn't it?"
"Way awesome," Sam assured her.
"It's the start of a chain, my dear," Jo announced. "Ipredict that within the next ten years, there will be La Bonne Vie restaurants across the globe."
"Not that," Alex said on a laugh. "And I assure you I have no desire to open more restaurants. I meant us. Here. The three of us with men who love us and whom we love."
"Immortals who love us and whom we love," Sam said solemnly.
"We should have a joint wedding," Jo announced suddenly.
"Oh, God, don't start talking wedding already," Alex said with disgust. "Cale and I just got together. And I hate weddings."
"Which is exactly why we should have one big one," Jo said at once. "Less work for each of us. Besides, it doesn't have to be right away, next year sometime maybe. We can-" She paused and glanced to Sam curiously as she began to shake with silent laughter. "What?"
"I was just thinking how wonderful this is," she admitted with a grin, and then burst out with a full laugh, and said, "And they kept telling me it wasn't going to happen, that three sisters wouldn't find life mates. Ha! Ha I say!"
"Wait, wait." Jo pulled away and rushed to the small refrigerator in the corner. "We need a drink to toast that."
"The only thing you're going to find in there is blood," Alex said dryly.
Jo grimaced as she opened the door and peered inside to see that this was true. She wavered for a moment and then shrugged. "Ah, what the heck."
"I better get the blinds," Sam muttered, and rushed to the blinds as Jo retrieved three bags of blood.
Alex quickly closed the door as well, and then turned back to accept the bag of blood Jo was holding out.
"Okay," Jo announced as she handed a bag to Sam as well. "We say, 'Ha! Ha I say!' together, and then slap the bags to our teeth. It can be our own private toast from now on." She paused to glance from Sam to Alex with concern. "You can both bring on your own teeth without Cale and Mortimer turning you on first, right?"
Alex raised her eyebrows. "I seem to always need blood and just seeing it brings them on. Cale has never had to turn me on to get them out," she said, and grimaced at the way the fangs in question mangled her words. They had made an appearance the moment she'd seen the bag of blood.
"Me too," Sam said, the two short words coming out "me thoo."
"Huh." Jo frowned. "Must have just been me." Shrugging, she raised her bag. "Okay. Together now."
Alex shook her head at the silliness of it, but they had always got silly together, and she too said, "Ha! Ha I say!" as her sisters did, and then slapped the bag to her teeth. They then stood there, grinning like a trio of idiots around their bags as they waited for them to drain.
"We should have toasted to us," Jo decided with a little sigh as she tore her empty bag away a moment later.
"We'll do that with champagne later," Alex decided, ripping her own bag away. "The Willan sisters are worthy of a sparkling toast."