Ronnie said, crossing her legs tailor-style and dropping onto the pillow she was using to cushion a spot on the floor. Moonstruck played on the television screen along the far wall as Grace finished pouring two glasses of rich, red wine before following suit.“What is?”“Having Girls’ Night Out without all the girls.”“What?” Grace asked. “Did you want Jenna to cut her honeymoon short just to join us for take-out Italian and rented movies?”Ronnie’s mouth twisted, and she reached for her glass. “Yeah, I think I did,” she replied before taking a small sip.For a second, they merely looked at each other, then they both threw their heads back and laughed.“All right, so maybe not,” Ronnie admitted. “I’m sure she’s having a better time getting all sexed up in St. Thomas—”“For a second time, no less, when I’ve never even been there once,” Grace interjected, an unspoken hmph lacing her tone.“—but it’s still weird.”“And what am I, chopped liver?”“Definitely not chopped liver,”
