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Jayne asked, setting a couple dirty plates in the sink. When no one made to answer her, she turned straight to Nick. “What?”
    “Nothing important.” He shot Regan a quick wink over his wife’s head. “Just talking about Carter’s batting average.”
    “Baseball? You should talk to Leon.” Jayne held out her glass for Nick to fill, then turned to Regan. “Did I tell you they made him the athletic director at the school?”
    “Yeah, you might have mentioned it once or twice.”
    “Come on, Reg, I bet you’d really like him if you gave him a chance.”
    “I’m sure he’s great, but…” Regan lowered her voice and leaned closer to her friend. “I don’t think so.”
    “What’s wrong with him?” Jayne couldn’t have looked more offended if Regan had insulted her directly. “He’s smart, attractive, has a great job…”
    “Sure, but come on, Jayne, look at him.” As it turned out, Jayne and Regan were the only ones in the kitchen who didn’t crane their necks to get another look. “The khakis, the golf shirt,
the loafers
—ugh, I bet he drives a minivan, doesn’t he?”
    “No.” Jayne’s one syllable dragged out into about four before she finally huffed out a sigh. “It’s a Volvo.”
    Carter kept his head down, but Regan didn’t miss the way he choked back a snort. Ben, on the other hand, grunted hard and deep.
    “You won’t go out with a guy based on what he’s wearing or what he drives? What a shock you’re still single.”
    Regan blinked slowly and ground her teeth together, choosing to ignore him and talk directly to Jayne. “I’m sure he’s great, but he’s obviously looking for someone who wants to be ‘Mrs. Athletic Director,’ and we all know that ain’t gonna be me, so why bother? I mean, come on, I bet he’d have our children’s names picked out by the second date.”
    Again, she ignored Ben’s muttered remark, but she couldn’t miss the way Katie gave him a sharp jab with her elbow. After a second, Jayne’s dramatic sigh gave way to a slow smirk as her cheeks pinked up.
    “Well, crap. Now what am I going to do?” she chuckled. “You don’t like Leon, Maya’s totally faking it with Brad—am I really that bad at this whole matchmaking thing?”
    Regan moved her gaze from Jayne to Katie and back again. “I’m hoping that’s a rhetorical question.”
    Katie laughed, but Jayne just blushed deeper.
    “Go ahead, laugh now, but one of these days we’re going to find you someone who’ll make you rethink the whole marriage and family thing, and you’ll be swept off your feet so fast and so hard, you won’t know what hit you.”
    “Yeah…no thanks.” Regan groaned, shaking her head. “I prefer to keep my size sevens planted firmly underneath me.”
    “We’ll see,” Jayne mused, chewing the inside of her cheek. After a few seconds, she perked up and nudged Carter’s shoulder. “Thanks for fixing his hair. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s sweet and all, but sometimes it’s just…
wow
!”
    “Sweet? Who cuts it?” Regan’s question was drowned out by Nick’s voice as he wrapped his arms around Jayne and grinned.
    “Is it midnight yet?” He leaned down and nuzzled her neck until her cheeks flamed and she gave a halfhearted attempt to squirm away but only succeeded in bumping into Carter.
    “Get a room,” he grunted, pushing them away.
    “Got one,” Nick grinned, his hazel eyes twinkling. “But Jayne won’t let me get her naked until you guys leave, so anytime you’re ready to go…”
    “Nick!” Jayne cried, but he just laughed, wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and ushered her back into the living room.
    “Is it just Leon?” Katie asked, her brow puckered slightly. “Or is it the general idea of marriage that freaks you out?”
    “It doesn’t freak me out,” Regan said. “It’s just not something I want.”
    “But how can you say that if you’ve never experienced it?” Katie lifted a cheese-filled chip and fed it to Ben