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so, I think you're a little premature. You don't get to do that until after the wedding.”
    “Actually, I think it's 'the woman is always right,' all the time,” Erica corrected. “Which means I get to start as soon as I want to.”
    “I don't think that's fair.” Mark tried to keep a straight face, but a smile kept slipping onto his face. “I should get to be right sometimes.”
    “I don't make the rules,” Erica said with a shrug. “I just have to follow them. Which means I'm right, you're wrong. Sorry, babe.”
    Mark laughed. “Who does make the rules, then? Because I really have to have a talk with them.”
    She tipped her head to the side, eyebrows drawing together and mouth pursing in exaggerated thought. “You know,” she said, “I don't know.”
    “Well, then, I don't think I have to listen to the rules,” Mark said. “You can't trust rules that are made by a random 'they'. You never know what kind of ulterior motives—”
    Erica cut him off with a kiss, dropping the magazine that she had been flipping through back to the table and swinging herself lithely around so that she was settled on his lap, her long legs on either side of his hips. Mark's arms wrapped around her waist and he drew her in closer, her body pressed all along his own.
    “Wow,” he said when she drew back. “What was that for?”
    “Because I love you,” Erica said, smiling at him with a shy edge that he rarely saw in her. The smile widened, more confident. “And because I wanted to. And I can.”
    “All very valid reasons,” Mark agreed, pulling her in for another kiss.
    They shifted until they both lay stretched out along the couch, Erica's fingers reaching for the fastenings of Mark's slacks and Mark's hands sliding under Erica's shirt and over the flat plane of her stomach. The wedding magazines lay where they'd been left, forgotten on the table.
     
     

Chapter 6
     
    “May I take your order?” the server asked.
    Jamie glanced across the table at Christine, who didn't quite meet her eyes. “I think we're still looking,” she said. “Thanks.”
    “No worries. Just wave me down if you need me, or I'll be back in a few minutes to check on you.”
    The young server hurried away to another table, and Jamie tried to get Christine to look up at her through sheer force of will. Yet Christine continued to stare down at the menu.
    She hadn't been happy at the twins' birthday. Before the fainting had caught everyone's attention, Jamie had noticed the way that the smile on her sister's face appeared half pasted on. Obviously something had happened, and now Jamie was determined to find out what it was. The problem was in getting Christine to actually talk about it.
    Once, she would have jumped at the chance to air her every complaint to anyone who would listen. Now, it was like pulling teeth to even get her to come to lunch.
    “Christine,” Jamie said.
    Her sister looked up from the menu finally, flashing a smile that looked entirely fake. “Yes?”
    “Will you actually talk to me? Or do you just want to go?” She sounded like she was talking to the twins, half bribing them even when they were too young to know. Christine, on the other hand, was big enough to know better.
    Her sister must have known what Jamie wanted when she called to invite her for lunch. If she didn’t want to talk about it at all, she wouldn’t have come.
    Christine sighed. “About what?”
    “About whatever is making you look like that,” Jamie answered. “You haven’t seemed happy since the twins’ birthday, and… honestly, I’m worried about you.”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    Jamie looked across the table at her sister, and Christine met her gaze for only a minute before she dropped it and she looked away. “Fine,” she said. “I’m… I’m happy for Mark and Erica. I really am.”
    “But…” Jamie prodded.
    Christine looked up at her, and there was no more pretend smile. “But I liked Mark,” she