“Five seconds,” she says, taking a sip, and before she answers, she hears Chase call her. She puts her glass down and walks to the adjoining room, and I look at the ice, seeing it clean and empty. I look at the seats that are still empty and wonder if Mark’s parents are here and where they are sitting. Before I have time to dwell on it, the door opens, and everyone starts to walk in. The kids go straight to the other room, and the food arrives.

“I need wine,” Zoe says, and I look over at her going straight to the bar. “I’ll have one for Zara also.” She smiles at Zara. “Don’t say I never did anything for you.”

Zara walks to the couch and sits down with her hand resting on her small baby bump. I walk over and sit next to her. “Did you lose weight?” Zara looks at me, and I just shrug.

“I don’t think so,” I tell her, taking a long gulp of wine. Zoe comes over with her wine glass filled almost to the rim.

“You look like you have,” Zara says and then looks over at Zoe. “I need food,” she says, getting up. “I’ll bring you something,” she says to me, and I just nod.

“Are you on a diet?” Zoe asks, and I roll my eyes.

“No,” I say, looking at Karrie, who now comes over with her full plate of food. I grab a piece of pizza from her and bite into it. “I was just working last week, and time would run away from me.”

“Are you dating?” Zoe asks, and I smile big.

“You know me, I like to dabble,” I say, and the pizza suddenly feels like lead in my stomach.

“Oh, we know,” Zoe says, laughing, and I look toward the ice when I hear the cheering start. “Well, guess that means the guys took the ice,” she says, getting up. “I need a refill,” she says then looks at me.

“I’ll take another one,” I say, handing her my empty glass, and she walks away.

“Dabble, my ass,” Karrie says under her breath. “How many dabbles have you had?” She looks over at me, and then Zara calls us.

“Come sit down and watch the guys,” she says, going to the seats right outside the lodge.