‘Our plan?’ Bobbie questioned drolly and then reached out to hug her twin. ‘Oh, I do hope you find someone soon, Sam. Junior in here is going to want to have cousins to play with, you know,’ she warned her sister as she patted her stomach.
‘I don’t need a man to provide him or her with that, not these days,’ Samantha retaliated, adding ruminatively, ‘In fact, I rather think that might be a good idea. I could—’
‘Sam!’ Bobbie warned her twin. ‘Whatever it is you’re planning, the answer is no. No...no again. Now, come on, let’s get these dresses on properly. The rehearsal for the wedding starts in half an hour and we’re going to be late. Luke will be here to pick us up and we won’t be ready unless we hurry....’
As she quickly finished fastening her matron-of-honour gown, she studied her twin uneasily. Samantha wouldn’t do anything so foolish as she had just suggested... would she? Would she! No! No, of course she wouldn’t.