“Glad to hear it. How long do you have to wait to test out the new plumbing?”

Sydney laughed. “Another two weeks, not that Luke is counting down or anything.”

“Aww, poor guy.”

“Poor guy will survive. We’ve been…improvising.”

“I’m sure you have,” Jenny said, amused by her friend. “You know… You two, you give me hope.”

“How so?”

“Seeing you so happy with Luke after all you’ve been through, it makes me believe it could happen to me, too.”

“It will happen for you. I know it will.”

Jenny thought of Alex and what they’d shared the night before. She wanted to tell Sydney about it but hesitated, because if she did, it wouldn’t belong just to them anymore. For now, she wanted to keep it private.

“Speaking of things happening for you, Luke ran into Mason yesterday. He said he had a really nice time with you, and he’d like to see you again.”

Jenny cringed and was grateful Sydney couldn’t see her expression. “He’s a great guy, but he’s not the great guy for me.”

“I know you said the jury was still out on Linc—”

“He’s not the great guy for me either.”

“Oh, I was so hoping… You seemed to be having a good time together last night.”

“We did. It’s just, you know, no spark.” Jenny sighed. “I must sound like the biggest princess. You guys have gone to all this trouble to arrange dates for me—”

“Stop,” Syd said gently. “If it’s not there, it’s not there. You’re not eighteen anymore. You know yourself and what you’re looking for. Please don’t feel like you owe us any explanations.”

“Still, I hope you know I appreciate the fix-ups, even if they haven’t worked out the way we hoped.”

“We know that. Let us know when you’re ready to try again. We’ve got other guys in the stable.”

Jenny laughed at the vision of hot guys lined up next to each other in stalls waiting to be found by the right woman. If only it were that easy. “Did I miss anything after I left last night?”

“Oh, you should’ve seen it! Evan played the song he recorded for release from the studio—‘My Amazing Grace.’ He brought Grace up on the stage and sang it to her. I swear, we were all bawling our heads off—no one more so than her.”

“I’m sorry I missed that.”

“It was quite something, and apparently they’ve set a wedding date. January eighteenth in Turks and Caicos.”

“A destination wedding,” Jenny said with a sigh. “How nice.”

“They thought it would be fun to get everyone out of here in the dead of winter.”

“It’s a great idea.”

“We’re getting together here this afternoon to go over the details of Tiffany’s shower. If you feel better, come on over.”