My Ex's Baby (Crescent Cove 8)

“Vintage Levis weren’t made for stick models.”

“Thank God for it.” Gina turned to look at her own butt. “Incredible. And I love those little embroidered rosebuds.”

I hid a smile and picked up my camera to snap a few behind the scene shots. I took pictures from angles that didn’t show exactly what wine we were drinking. But I did include the local winery, figuring the Andreas family wouldn’t mind a little free advertising.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out.

Are you having a lot of fun without me?

I quickly answered Ivy, knowing my duty as bestie.

Of course not. We are bored without you.

You lie, but I don’t care. I’m woe. I would just bundle up Rhiannon and bring her, but she’s been fussing all night.

Is she okay?

Yes, just teething. I wish she wasn’t because now she bites and it hurts.

I winced and really didn’t want to think about where she was biting. Because goddess, that wasn’t good. I supposed I should read about that in one of the four baby books I got from Amazon the other day.

We miss you. Next time we’ll do a Mommy and Me photo sesh.

Oh, I would love that.

Okay, I gotta go take pix.

:crying emoji:

I sent her back a dozen hearts and stuffed my phone back into my pocket. I drained my wine tumbler and picked up my camera again. “Okay, girls. Ready to show off that denim?”

Luna hopped to her feet, ringed toes flashing as she flipped off her shirt, swapping it for one of my vintage T-shirts.

At my shocked face, she laughed. “What, they’re just boobs. You have them.”

“That I do.” I laughed. “Alexa, play Julia Michaels.”

Shuffling songs by Julia Michaels.

Luna pulled Ryan up off the hassock. “Yes, I love this song.”

The next twenty minutes was a flurry of denim from three different decades along with a detour into the crochet dresses that April had rocked earlier. The wine was flowing and laughter was hitting an all-time high when the music dimmed and a voice floated into the room.

“Hello?”

I was crouched with my camera up. “Ivy?”

“Oh my God, the drop in feature does work.”

Gina paused the can just before her lips. “Can someone listen in anytime?”

I shrugged. “I’m not sure. Never used it.”

“If they have access and I doooo.” Ivy’s laugh filled the space. “I was jealous. You haven’t replied to my texts, and I just know you’re having so much fun without me.”

“Bring the kid,” Gabby said from the floor. She was trying on a pair of velvet boots that had about three thousand laces.

“She’s finally just fallen asleep. And I’m up to my elbows in ice cream.”