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from him following the media blitz. And then we all agreed to table making contact until some unspecified future date.”
    “Check your calendar,” Cassandra said. “It’s some unspecified future date.”
    Nikki was quiet a moment, then her eyes narrowed. “What did you do to Gabe last night? Not that I’d blame you or anything, but after you yanked him out of that bar, did you rearrange his face or something? Do you need dear old dad’s help to fix his broken—again, not that I’d blame you—nose?”
    “I could never hurt Gabe,” Cassandra scoffed.
    “There’s the whole damn problem in a nutshell,” Nikki muttered. “The guy needs a serious wake-up call and I can think of several soft spots of his anatomy that might benefit from a swift blow or two.”
    “This has nothing to do with Gabe.” Or everything. No, it had everything to do with her , with Cassandra, who wasn’t involved with Gabe any longer and who wanted to have at least one-half of her parental DNA at her upcoming birthday celebration. Then she wouldn’t feel so . . . so rootless when contemplating the next decades of her life. “I know you’re leery of men—”
    “I’m not—” Nikki halted as the bells on the shop’s door rang out. Her head jerked toward the man strolling over the threshold. “Tell her,” she called out to him. “You tell her.”
    Jay Buchanan’s golden eyebrows rose as he made his way toward his fiancée. In designer trousers, a silky shirt, and Italian loafers, he looked as über-cool as the über bachelor he’d always been. But now he wore a heavy gold “engagement” band on his left hand that looked completely at home next to the hulking diamond he’d slid on Nikki’s finger three and a half seconds after she’d agreed to marry him.
    He took hold of that finger now, and rubbed his thumb over the beautiful ring. To this day he said without shame that he’d chosen all four carats in an effort to weigh her down. That he’d do anything it took to make it hard for her to ever run from him and what they had together.
    How hard the mighty fall, Cassandra thought. Jay had never known what love was like, while Nikki had been distrustful of too-close connections. Depending upon others had disappointed her before, and she still had a tendency to claim she could take care of herself under any circumstances.
    But Jay was wearing her down, Cassandra realized, if she was looking to her fiancé to explain her position.
    “Tell her,” Nikki said again now. “Tell my sister I am not leery of men. I’m just leery of contacting a man who gave some samples thirty-plus years ago and then promptly forgot about them.”
    “You don’t know that,” Cassandra refuted. “I told you, it was common at that time, in the early years of artificial insemination, for medical students like our father to be donors. And infertility itself was rarely addressed publicly by anyone. He did nothing wrong.”
    Jay ran his fingers through Nikki’s tangle of gold-streaked brown hair. “Cookie, remember that some months ago he registered at that site that connects donors to offspring. He’s expressed curiosity, too.”
    “And then nothing,” Nikki pointed out. “Though he knows where to find us, thanks to that queen-of-mean, Marlys the motormouth.”
    Jay looked over at Cassandra, his left eyebrow winging up. “Cookie’s right.”
    “But—”
    “But what’s the big hurry anyway?” Nikki asked. “We agreed to do this Three Musketeer style if we did it at all. You, me, and Juliet. Why not wait until she and Noah get back from their two weeks of nudie-nudie in nookie-nookie town?”
    Jay winced. “Nudie-nudie in nookie-nookie town. Always the romantic with you.”
    His fiancée turned to him with a tender smile. “Just so you know, I’m saving up rose petals to scatter on the bed-sheets during our honeymoon.”
    “You are not,” Jay started, a laugh in his voice, then it died away. “You are?” He yanked her close and