“Hello,” I say to them, and Parker turns around and smiles at me. She has accepted me as Karrie’s friend with open arms and always invites me to whatever events she plans.

“Vivienne,” Parker says softly and comes to hug me. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you,” I tell her, and then spot Matthew coming over; his whole walk is a swagger. I almost roll my eyes with the way he walks.

“Hey there,” Matthew says, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek and then giving his father a side hug. “Hey there,” he says, kissing my cheek. “Where have you been hiding?”

I roll my eyes. “I haven’t been hiding.” I have been hiding, but he doesn’t need to know this, so I ignore it. “I’ve been busy that is all.”

“I haven’t seen you in two weeks.” He puts his hands in his pockets as he watches me, and luckily, I’m let off the hook when Chase runs to him and head-butts him in the balls. “Jesus,” he hisses, then bends to grab his son. “How is my big guy?” he asks him, but the little boy flies out of his arms when he sees Parker there. She takes him in her arms, and he lays his head on her shoulder. Cooper puts his arm around her shoulder, and the little boy pushes his hand off, making Parker laugh and Cooper frown.

He leans into Chase, and whispers, “She’s mine, buddy,” making us all laugh.

I take a deep breath when Karrie comes over, and then I see Zara and Zoe behind her. “Hello.” We exchange hugs and kisses, and I look around, trying to pretend I’m not looking for him. I spot him right away, but he doesn’t see me as he poses for a picture with a fan. His smile makes his eyes bright, and I look away as fast as I did when I saw him.

“I have to go get something to drink. I think I’m going to head to the lodge,” I tell Karrie, and she looks around and just nods her head at me.

“I’ll come with you,” Parker says. We walk away from everyone and make our way to the private lodge. We walk in, and Chase squirms out of Parker’s arms to go down to the playroom where the kids hang out.

I walk to the bar and pour myself a glass of white wine. “Would you like a glass of wine?” I ask Parker, and she smiles and nods. I hand her the glass I poured for myself and then fill another one for me.

“To not being thirsty today.” She holds her glass to me, and I have to throw my head back and laugh.

“How long did it take you to figure out?” I say, clinking her glass and then taking a sip.