“I guess. But the thing is, I hardly ever got hit on at events before Carter. It doesn’t seem right. I’m not available.”

“Hence the hitting on.” With a sigh instead of a groan, Laurel toed off her shoes. “I think men have built-in radar for that. Unavailable is sexier.”

“Because they’re dogs.”

“Yes, of course.”

“I heard that,” Emma said as she came in. “And I think that’s cynical and untrue. You got hit on because you’re gorgeous—and because now that you have Carter, you’re happier and more open—therefore only more appealing.” She dropped into a chair, curled up her legs. “I want to go to bed.”

“Join the crowd. We have to meet tomorrow for the Sunday run-through. Why can’t whatever it is wait?”

“Because.” Parker stepped in, pointed at Laurel. “I have something that’ll make everyone go to sleep just a little happier.” She took an envelope out of her pocket. “The FOB gave us a bonus. Though, I, of course, politely and delicately demurred, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Ahh,” she added when she stepped out of her shoes. “We gave his little girl the wedding of her dreams, gave him and his wife an extraordinary night, and he wanted to show his appreciation over and above.”

“Nice.” Mac yawned. “Really.”

“It’s five thousand dollars.” Parker smiled as Laurel reared up on the sofa. “Cash,” she added, pulling out the bills to fan them.

“That’s really nice appreciation. So very, very green,” Laurel commented.

“Can I touch it before you put it away?” Mac asked. “Before you roll it back into the business?”

“My vote is take the money. Maybe I’m just really tired, but that’s my vote. A thousand for each of us, and a thousand for Carter and Jack to split.” Parker waved the bills. “Up to you.”

“Aye.” Emma shot up a hand. “Wedding fund for me!”

“Seconded. Or thirded. Hand it over,” Mac ordered.

“No argument from me.” Laurel wagged her fingers. “I can use a grand.”

“Okay then.” Parker handed Laurel the open champagne. “Pour and I’ll count it out.” She knelt on the floor.

“This is very, very sweet. Champagne and cash money at the end of a really long day.” Mac took a flute, passed it to Emma. “Remember our first official event? After, we popped a bottle, ate leftover cake, and danced. The four of us and Del.”

“I kissed Del.”

“We all kissed Del,” Emma pointed out and tapped her glass to Mac’s.

“No, I mean the other day I did.” Laurel heard herself say it with some shock, then considerable relief. “I’m incredibly stupid.”

“Why? It’s just ...” Mac blinked, clued in. “Oh. Kissed Del. Well. Huh.”

“I was mad, and out of sorts, and he came for the cake. He was just so Del,” she said with rancor she thought she’d walked off.