Sitting next to Abby was Calla. The tall blonde had her hair pulled back. The faint scars on her face were barely noticeable. She was laughing at something the absolutely stunning brunette sitting across from her was saying. Surprise filled me when I realized that Steph was there and Nick was standing behind her chair, his hands on the back. I figured they’d be in Martinsburg with her mom.

Roxy started to turn and she spotted me. “Hey! Oh my God, look at you!” Full of energy, she bounced over to me and enveloped me in a warm hug. “Ah, you made it here!”

“It’s so good to see you.” When she pulled back, I laughed. “I love the glasses and hair.”

“Me too.” She reached up, touching the green streak of hair that matched her glasses. “I know it’s only Thanksgiving, but I’m getting festive already. Green reminds me of Christmas. Reece says I should’ve gone with red, but I’m thinking about saving that for Valentine’s Day.”

“You could also go white for Christmas,” I said. “You know, for snow and Santa’s beard.”

Her eyes widened behind the glasses. “Damn. I didn’t even think that. I’ve actually never done white before.”

I actually couldn’t believe there was a color Roxy hadn’t tried yet.

Abby let out a squeal and extended her arms, but she was blocked in. “Jillian! Finally!”

“Sorry. We were running a little late.” I waved at her.

“Oh, the ‘we’ part is very exciting.” Roxy bumped her hip into mine. “Very, very exciting.”

Steph extended her arms from where she sat. “Look at you! Holy crap, you look amazing. Love the boobs.”

I blushed as Nick dropped his head, shoulders shaking with laughter.

“What?” Steph turned around and shot the dark-haired Nick a look. “She looks hot. Women need to tell other women when they’re looking hot. It needs to be a rule.”

“Thank you,” I said, laughing. Steph was possibly one of the most gorgeous women I’d ever seen in real life. She was bold and confident, spoke her mind often and freely, and she was also one of the most loyal and sweetest people I knew. I bent down to hug her. “I thought you would be in Martinsburg—oh my God, you’re pregnant!” I froze halfway, realizing she had quite the little belly on her.

Steph laughed. “Yeah, that I am. I’m six months along.”

“She didn’t tell any of us for the longest time,” Abby said. “Hell, she just started wearing really loose tops—”

“Which should’ve been a dead giveaway,” Calla added dryly.

Steph rolled her eyes.

“And stopped drinking,” Abby continued. “I asked her, because she claimed she’d just gained weight and was on a diet.”