Grace adjusted her angle, lifted up, and snapped several shots. “I’ll send these to you once I get on a computer and tweak them a bit. Maybe as a thank you present for all you’re doing for me.” It was the least she could do.

“Let’s go.” Bobbi stood and walked to the back bedroom, returning without the baby. “She’s ready for a nap. Didn’t even complain.” Moving past Grace, she opened the door and tucked her arm in Grace’s, looking up at the clear blue sky. “Oh, it’s a pretty day. Are my sunglasses in the car, Bri?”

Brian followed them, shutting the door before zipping up his leather jacket. “I don’t know. Last time I saw them, they were on Rose’s stuffed pig.” He picked up the sled and set it against the house before striding into the sun, squinting at the sparkling snow. “I think mine are in the car. You can borrow those if you don’t find yours.”

Grace relaxed for the first time in days. These had been her friends, and she’d helped bring them together. Kind of. The sun brought out the blond highlights in Brian’s hair, and he grinned, looking boyishly handsome. Yeah, she could see why she’d been attracted to him. There was a lightness in him that Adare had probably never had, even in his youth.

The thought of Adare just wouldn’t leave her mind. He’d kissed her. Well, she’d kissed him. That hadn’t felt like a duty—even on his part. Maybe she’d been a dreamer way back when.

She followed the couple to an older SUV and sat in the back, next to a sparkling clean baby seat.

The two sat in the front, and Bobbi searched for sunglasses.

“Your car is so clean,” Grace murmured.

Brian snorted. “No comment.”

Bobbi smacked him. “I do not have OCD. Okay, maybe a little, but not enough that it affects my life.”

“It affects my life,” he said on a laugh, driving quietly out of the residential area. “Where to first on this lovely Saturday, my lovely wife?”

“To the Purple Plate for breakfast.” Bobbi partially turned, her eyes sparkling. “You and I used to meet there once a week, Grace. Let’s see if you remember the place, or if you order the same thing you used to.” She grinned. “It’s like an experiment.”

Yet another one, but maybe this time it would have better results. “What’s up with your sister, Bobbi?”

Bobbi lost her smile. “She’s been dating this total dickhead and finally broke up with him. I think he was pushing her around, but she won’t talk about it. Yet.”

The memory of Grace’s nightmare flashed through her head. Had it been a memory of somebody hitting her? Or was her subconscious just messing around? She frowned.