Hallie looked from Sylvie to Sera as though trying to figure out what was truly going on. “Wait, are we talking about Sylvie? Because she is so getting married. I’ve got a whole list of eligible bachelors, and I’ve got meet-cute situations I can set up in less than an hour. Just say the word. I am a loaded gun of love and commitment. All you have to do is pull my trigger.”

Sera sent a pointed look Hallie’s way. “I think Sylvie was saying she doesn’t want the pressure that comes with being a single woman in Papillon. There is pressure on every single person to pair up and start families. I should know because I had to deal with it for years, except what I mostly got was the church ladies shaking their heads and saying no man would ever want me because I was a single mom. I truly understand the pressure. Hallie doesn’t because she got married young, though that is a whole other kind of pressure.”

“Well, I couldn’t help it. I took one look at that man and knew we should marry fast so I could take advantage of his hot bod, because it was never going to last,” Hallie replied. “Potbellies are in the Rayburn DNA. He can’t help it. We’re taking lots of pictures before our middle age starts spreading, if you know what I mean.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to get married.” Perhaps she shouldn’t have brought this up at all. More and more lately she’d wondered if she still fit in with Sera and Hallie. They were at different places in their lives.

“Excellent. Then let me get you started with this engineer I know. We’re way past halftime here,” Hallie insisted. “Luc is practically a teenager, and my baby doesn’t get along with all the other girls in her play group. She needs friends, and you two are letting me down.”

Sylvie had to smile at that. They’d always talked about how nice it would be to have kids who grew up together. “I’ll get right on that.”

Hallie reached over and patted her hand. “You know I have your back. Don’t let anyone push you. I married Johnny because I couldn’t imagine life without him. Sera married Harry because he’s the most beautiful man to ever walk into Papillon.”

She wasn’t sure about that. Harry was attractive, but she preferred Rene’s elegant masculinity. The man was smooth.

Except for this afternoon. He’d seemed out of his element.

“He’s a nice guy, too. I wouldn’t have married him if he wasn’t a nice guy,” Sera insisted.

“Sure you wouldn’t,” Hallie said with a humph. “But seriously, Sylvie, I’ve got a list when you’re ready.”