pizza.”
“Sure. But I’m thinking we need to make this a slumber party.” Lily put the white wine in the fridge and poured the Zin.
“I’ve never been to a slumber party.” Fisher held up her glass.
“To your first.” Lily offered a toast. “We should go all out—paint our toes, watch scary movies, or would you prefer a romantic comedy?”
“Considering my love life, I think a scary movie would be more realistic,” Fisher said.
“So, Cody doesn’t know how you feel?”
“What’s the point?” Fisher shrugged. “Especially since he’s completely into you.”
“The thing is, I’m just not into him.” Because she couldn’t get his brother off her mind. She let out a frustrated sigh.
“What about Carson?” Fisher must have sensed where her thoughts had gone. “He’d be a great catch.”
“I’m not looking to catch a man,” Lily insisted. “Besides, I don’t think he’s interested.”
“He could be interested. But…” Fisher leaned forward, as if she was about to divulge top-secret information. “Carson would cut off his right arm for his brother. As long as he thinks Cody has a chance, he’ll back way off.”
“I never should have gone on that bike ride.” Lily shook her head. “But I swear, I thought Carson was coming too.”
“It would just be easier to give in to Cody,” Fisher said. “Carson would never move in on his brother. Never.”
“You’d think it would be easy.” Lily reached for a second slice of pizza. “I mean, they look the same. They kind of sound the same. But I just don’t react the same. It’s weird, because it’s a physical thing…”
“I know exactly what you mean.” Fisher offered an all-too-knowing grin. “I admire and respect Carson. He’s a great guy, and he’d be a terrific boyfriend. But…no one gets my blood pumping quite like Cody. Even though I know he’s bad for me.”
“A heartbreaker?”
“Yeah, except I know that deep down, he’s a good guy, too.” Fisher took a long sip of her wine. “He just doesn’t know it yet.”
“Sounds like he just needs the right woman to nudge him along.” Lily gave Fisher a friendly shove.
“He seems to think that woman is you.” Fisher focused on her last few bites of pizza.
“I doubt it.” Lily decided to confess. “I’m going to have a baby.”
“You’re pregnant?” Fisher eyed Lily’s wineglass suspiciously.
“Not yet.” Lily lifted her wineglass in acknowledgement. “I’m going to use an anonymous donor. Hopefully by Labor Day I’ll have a due date.”
“Wow.” Fisher sat silently for a moment, digesting the information. Then she smiled. “You have to admit, Cody would make pretty babies.”
“He’s not interested in being a father.” Lily wondered if the same could be said for Carson. “And I’m not interested in putting that kind of pressure on any man.”
“Cody’s got issues with his own father, that’s for sure.” Fisher’s lighthearted tone turned serious, and just a little sad. “He’s never forgiven the man for abandoning them.”
“I’ve heard bits and pieces about their childhood. How sad to lose their mother like that.”
“At least their grandparents were there in the beginning.”
Fisher helped clean up the dishes and they settled in the living room. She filled Lily in on the twins’ early years. They’d lived with their mother’s parents, until they got too old to care for them.
Lily gathered up her pedicure supplies—two plastic tubs filled with warm water, peppermint foot scrub and lotion, nail polish in several colors, and those little foam thingies to stick between their toes while the polish dried.
“You still up for a scary movie?” Lily brought up the menu of movies available for download.
“Sure. Unless you want to just hang out and talk.” Fisher slipped her feet into the foot bath. “Tell me more about this donor thing.”
“I have my first appointment the middle of June.” Lily scrubbed her feet as
“Sure. But I’m thinking we need to make this a slumber party.” Lily put the white wine in the fridge and poured the Zin.
“I’ve never been to a slumber party.” Fisher held up her glass.
“To your first.” Lily offered a toast. “We should go all out—paint our toes, watch scary movies, or would you prefer a romantic comedy?”
“Considering my love life, I think a scary movie would be more realistic,” Fisher said.
“So, Cody doesn’t know how you feel?”
“What’s the point?” Fisher shrugged. “Especially since he’s completely into you.”
“The thing is, I’m just not into him.” Because she couldn’t get his brother off her mind. She let out a frustrated sigh.
“What about Carson?” Fisher must have sensed where her thoughts had gone. “He’d be a great catch.”
“I’m not looking to catch a man,” Lily insisted. “Besides, I don’t think he’s interested.”
“He could be interested. But…” Fisher leaned forward, as if she was about to divulge top-secret information. “Carson would cut off his right arm for his brother. As long as he thinks Cody has a chance, he’ll back way off.”
“I never should have gone on that bike ride.” Lily shook her head. “But I swear, I thought Carson was coming too.”
“It would just be easier to give in to Cody,” Fisher said. “Carson would never move in on his brother. Never.”
“You’d think it would be easy.” Lily reached for a second slice of pizza. “I mean, they look the same. They kind of sound the same. But I just don’t react the same. It’s weird, because it’s a physical thing…”
“I know exactly what you mean.” Fisher offered an all-too-knowing grin. “I admire and respect Carson. He’s a great guy, and he’d be a terrific boyfriend. But…no one gets my blood pumping quite like Cody. Even though I know he’s bad for me.”
“A heartbreaker?”
“Yeah, except I know that deep down, he’s a good guy, too.” Fisher took a long sip of her wine. “He just doesn’t know it yet.”
“Sounds like he just needs the right woman to nudge him along.” Lily gave Fisher a friendly shove.
“He seems to think that woman is you.” Fisher focused on her last few bites of pizza.
“I doubt it.” Lily decided to confess. “I’m going to have a baby.”
“You’re pregnant?” Fisher eyed Lily’s wineglass suspiciously.
“Not yet.” Lily lifted her wineglass in acknowledgement. “I’m going to use an anonymous donor. Hopefully by Labor Day I’ll have a due date.”
“Wow.” Fisher sat silently for a moment, digesting the information. Then she smiled. “You have to admit, Cody would make pretty babies.”
“He’s not interested in being a father.” Lily wondered if the same could be said for Carson. “And I’m not interested in putting that kind of pressure on any man.”
“Cody’s got issues with his own father, that’s for sure.” Fisher’s lighthearted tone turned serious, and just a little sad. “He’s never forgiven the man for abandoning them.”
“I’ve heard bits and pieces about their childhood. How sad to lose their mother like that.”
“At least their grandparents were there in the beginning.”
Fisher helped clean up the dishes and they settled in the living room. She filled Lily in on the twins’ early years. They’d lived with their mother’s parents, until they got too old to care for them.
Lily gathered up her pedicure supplies—two plastic tubs filled with warm water, peppermint foot scrub and lotion, nail polish in several colors, and those little foam thingies to stick between their toes while the polish dried.
“You still up for a scary movie?” Lily brought up the menu of movies available for download.
“Sure. Unless you want to just hang out and talk.” Fisher slipped her feet into the foot bath. “Tell me more about this donor thing.”
“I have my first appointment the middle of June.” Lily scrubbed her feet as
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