“Because men don’t fall in love with pregnant women. Because Damien Sharpton is the most unemotional man I’ve ever encountered, and suddenly he’s head over heels? It doesn’t add up.”

Caroline blotted her mouth with a napkin, though Jamie couldn’t see what a carrot stick could leave behind on her lips.

“But Beckwith predicted Mandy would be happy—”

Allison cut her off. “Oh, God, here we go.” She rolled her eyes and tossed her hair back over her shoulders as she headed for the refrigerator. “I need some ice cream if we’re going to discuss fortune-telling crap.”

When she pulled out a pint of mint chocolate chip, Jamie’s mouth watered. It so wasn’t fair that Allison was five-ten and weighed like two pounds, and never had to watch what she ate. Jamie fought the battle of the bulge on a daily basis.

Caroline whimpered. “Put that thing away! I’m getting married in six weeks! I can’t even look at ice cream until I get back from my honeymoon.”

“You can have one spoonful. You can’t deny yourself indefinitely or you’ll leap on a Ben & Jerry’s like a lion on a gazelle carcass. Better to just have one spoonful and get the craving out of your mouth.”

Jamie thought that sounded reasonable. She leaned over the top of the breakfast bar and tried to reach the drawer. Her breasts stopped her. “Damn, I can’t reach. You’d think after like fourteen years lugging these things around I’d be used to them.”

“I should have your problems.” Allison tapped her metal spoon left and right on her chest. She was braless in her tank top. “Nothing. I’m a plastic surgeon’s dream.”

“Can we talk about your breasts after we’ve decided what to do about Mandy?” Caroline dipped a spoon into the ice cream and stared at it with obvious longing.

“I don’t think we should do anything, y’all. I think it’s wonderful she’s found happiness after what’s-his-name dumped her.” Jamie grabbed the spoon Allison was holding out for her and figured it didn’t matter if she gained five pounds. No one was seeing her naked lately anyway.

“She’s y’alling us.” Allison turned to Caroline. “There’s a down-on-the-farm story coming, I just know it.”

Jamie laughed. “Shut up. I wasn’t going to say anything about Kentucky, but now that you mention it, I have an aunt whose no-good drunk husband left her with nothing but a double-wide, three kids, and a baby in her belly. And when she went on down to that bank to argue for mercy when they were on the verge of foreclosing, the loan officer took one look at her and fell in love.”

Caroline swallowed, her lip curled. “What the hell does that have to do with Mandy?”