Rockstar Baby (Crescent Cove 6)

“Really?”

“Yeah. One wild night and my life was forever changed. I may want to strangle him with his damn socks some days, but I wouldn’t trade him for the world.”

“That’s how I met Rory.”

“Strangled socks?”

I laughed. “Snowstorm. That doozy we had last month.”

Maggie grinned. “Twinners.” She lifted her lemonade cup in a salute. “I keep forgetting you guys have only known each other a little while.”

You and me both. “All this is a little overwhelming. I had no idea who Rory was. I didn’t exactly ask, but I assumed he was some hotshot in Los Angeles.”

“He is.” Zoe refilled her drink and grabbed another cup for me. “Want this one leaded too?”

“No, I think one shot of your brother’s moonshine is enough.”

“Smart girl.”

“You know, if you want to get your mom off your back, looking at wedding dresses is a good first step.”

“You do see this belly going on?”

I laughed. “More like a place to find ideas. You don’t seem like a traditional girl.”

“What was the first clue?” Zoe flipped her braid over her shoulder.

Maggie grinned. “Maybe the rainbow streaks of paint in your hair?”

I laughed. “My bestie owns a shop in Crescent Cove called Kinleigh’s. She stocks vintage clothes. She’s always finding really cool wedding dresses for people. She kind of backed into it when she did her trunk parties for fun.”

“Trunk parties?” Maggie turned toward me. “What’s that?”

“Literally these huge steamer trunks. She used to pack them full of crazy clothes she picked up on her hunts. She found more than she could ever wear and started selling them by doing YouTube and Facebook live parties where she showed them off. Eventually, she did so well that she ended up opening her own shop.”

Maggie dug into the diaper bag next to her chair and tugged out her phone. “What’s her name again?”

Zoe pulled hers out of the pocket of her overalls and they both waited.

“You don’t have to really look her up. I know she’s—”

“Shut up.” Zoe rolled her eyes. “That sounds way cooler than going to some frou-frou place my mother wants to drag me to. You know, the ones that sell prom dresses by the truckload?”

I laughed. “Kinleigh’s is the name. Also her name—shocker.”

Zoe typed quickly, as did Maggie.

“Holy shit.” Maggie twisted her phone around to show off a sundress. “When can we go?”

Zoe leaned over to look then grinned at me. “Yeah, when can we go?”

I took Zoe’s phone and plugged in my info, then did the same when Maggie handed over her phone too. “Sounds like a date to me.”

“I have a gallery thing next week, but I’ll definitely be in touch after that.”

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