“Sort of. But even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t go. You’re going to be staying with Ty, and Tammy and the kids will be in Elec’s coach. That leaves me getting a hotel room by myself while the two of you are getting bounced. If I want to sleep alone, I can do that at home and I won’t have to foot the bill for a room.”

Nor did she even want to consider how long it had been since she’d had sex.

But Imogen looked downright upset at her honesty, and Suzanne felt like shit. “I’m sorry, that sounded bitchy as hell. I didn’t mean it like that, Imogen. I’m really happy for you that you and Ty are hitting it off, but I just don’t want to be a third wheel.”

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t think about it from your perspective. I guess I was picturing you and Tamara and I spending some girl time together during the day.”

“And that would be fun, it really would. I love hanging with my girls. But this way you all can go and have a romantic weekend and I’ll take care of some things at home.”

“Like what?” Imogen asked.

Suzanne knew Imogen was just innately curious, and normally she didn’t mind it, but tonight she was feeling a little sorry for herself. She didn’t really want to talk about it, but she knew Imogen would keep asking. “Well, you know how I used to be a wedding planner? I’m going back into the business, and I’m meeting with a potential client this weekend. Next weekend I’ll be scouting out venues and DJs and getting myself familiar with the local wedding scene again.”

“Wow. What prompted this? I thought you said you didn’t really care for being a wedding planner because you always wanted to do it your way instead of the client’s way.”

“I did. I do.” Suzanne shredded her cocktail napkin. “It’s very hard to sit there and listen to some bride say she wants an elegant reception with naked monkeys as a theme. But it’s sort of the only skill I have.”

“But what about your board work on the children’s charity? And your cakes?”

“I might have to scale back on the board, but I’ll squeeze my cakes in still. I’m not giving that up.” That was her pride and her passion, baking birthday cakes for terminally ill children who might not live to see their next birthdays. The more elaborate the cake, the better, and she loved seeing their eyes light up in delight.

Imogen was staring at her with those intelligent eyes, and it unnerved Suzanne. “What?” she asked, a little defensively.

“Why are you going back to something you don’t enjoy at the sacrifice of what you love?” Imogen asked softly.