"We're driving out to the Christmas tree farm." Cat made a Scrooge-like face. "Not this time." "You should come with us," Jenny urged. "You can't sit around moping all day." "I'm not moping." "You miss him, don't you?" "Absolutely not!" "You can tell me the truth, honey. Love is nothing to be ashamed of." "Go chop down a Christmas tree, Jenny, and leave me alone." She intended to take a long hot bubble bath and try to forget the world existed. "Riley will come back," Jenny said, ignoring her warning scowl. "He's crazy about you." She spread her arms wide. "He's crazy about all of us." The minivan's horn bleated. "Your future husband is waiting," Cat said, glancing around at the three huge bouquets Max had had delivered to Jenny that morning. "Maybe he needs to rob another florist." "Oh, Cat..." "Don't mind me," Cat said. "I'm not feeling terribly romantic today. You and Max go and have a good time. If he can survive an afternoon with six kids in tow, marriage should be a piece of cake." "It's good practice." Jenny dimpled.
