“Then have that hot Irish husband of yours watch him,” Gabby replied.
“I wish. Rory isn’t home until tomorrow. I’m so lonely.” Ivy spread out the word with an extra bonus whine.
“Aww. I’m sorry.” Gina tucked her feet under her legs. “Don’t look at my toes. I didn’t have time to get a pedicure.”
“You don’t have time for anything.” Gabby lifted her leg, showing off the boot. “That took forever, but look at them!”
I quickly lifted my camera and snapped the candid shot. My Facebook page was going to be full of super fun shots. And the rest would go up on my Take a Peek Into the Trunk website.
“Being a responsible mom is a pain in the butt sometimes.”
“So much better than the alternative,” I said and checked my viewfinder to see what kind of photos I had.
“Right?” Luna dug into her trail mix. “My mom was too busy being a socialite. Parties here, charities there—she was never home.”
Ryan leaned back on her elbows. “Mine was living up to her name.”
Luna giggled. “Rainbow Moon.”
Ryan rolled her eyes. “She even made us travel around in an Airstream. She sold beaded jewelry and hemp macramé.”
I walked around the large pink velvet hassock and took pictures as they all lounged. The fairy lights around the doors of the changing rooms gave an extra soft glow to the intimate photos.
“Well, we know my mom is living for the babysitting, but she likes her evenings free. So of course I wouldn’t ask. Even if I was a teensy bit tempted tonight.”
I could hear the longing in Ivy’s voice, but there was an underlying happiness too. She loved being a mom. Exactly what I’d wished for as a kid.
“Our mom is now dispatch Bonnie at the station. She’s incorrigible.” Gina put her head in her hands. “Not only do I have to hear about the goings-on in this insane town at the diner, but now I get extra gossip at Sunday dinner.”
Gabby groaned. “Then she tries to say she’s not judging.”
“Better than my mom. I haven’t seen her in twelve years.”
Dammit. I couldn’t believe that had come out of my mouth.
“Who said that?” Ivy’s voice piped up.
Shit.
Shit.
How could I be so stupid?
Everyone was sharing and it just..tumbled out.
I cleared my throat. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Wait, Kin? Was that you?”
I winced. “Yeah. I swear it’s not a big deal.”
“You don’t talk about your mom, but I just thought…” She sniffed through the speaker. “I should have thought about it more. You just love coming to my house, I just—God, Kin. How could you not tell me about that?”
I heard the hurt in her voice. “It’s not like that. I wasn’t keeping it from you. I just don’t talk about it—ever.”
Now silence reigned and a heaviness sat over the room.
Lovely.