“You answered a freaking personals ad?” Ava Sinclair burst out
laughing. “Which one, Laken? Six foot tall hunk of burning love seeks
woman into foot massage and Bob Marley?”
Three other heads swiveled, waiting for the inevitable flare-up when
Ava’s exasperation overcame her love, and Laken Foster’s shark-lawyer
ego couldn’t stand coming in second.
“Laken, you didn’t,” Luisa Martinez protested, her soft voice barely
heard above the sudden din. She squeezed Laken’s hand in
Laken shot her a look that forbade pity. Luisa settled back to drink
“Well, I for one, darling, think it’s about time you made the switch
from the singles bar scene. All those dreadful married men with white
bands on their fingers.” Sylvie Everett’s elegant nose wrinkled faintly.
“Now tell all. Dish the details. What’s he like? Any orgies in the offing?”
Ava watched as Ellie Preston returned to her cozy living room, fresh
wine bottles in hand. Ava could have predicted the rescue.
She wasn’t wrong. Ellie eased in between them, soothing. “Now,
Sylvie. Laken may not want to talk about it. More wine, anyone?”
“Since when does Laken withhold a single detail of her sex life?” Ava
couldn’t resist prodding Ellie’s perpetual air of virginity. The mother of
five, her baby about to start first grade, Ellie could pass for sixteen in all
but the harshest light. There was something of the ingénue about their
auburn-haired friend that life couldn’t seem to erase. The room around
them reflected her: lush green plants at every window, the bright spill of
knitting yarns in a basket, pillow tops she’d quilted by hand.
The dusting of freckles across Ellie’s nose dimmed as her cheeks
turned pink. Then her grin turned impish. “Well, far be it from me to
discourage her from talking about it—” Her eyebrows rose with her
The whole group broke up laughing, Laken’s sultry chuckles blending
“Come on, Laken, spill your guts. Luisa hasn’t been laid in two years
and Ellie’s still trying to figure out where all those kids come from.” Ava
poured herself a second glass of pinot noir.
Laken slugged down the last of her wine, holding out the glass for
Ellie to refill. Her spiky dark mane shook with the force of her denial.
“You do not have my permission to steal this for your next book, Ava.”
Ava clutched one hand to her breast with a dramatic sigh. “Trust me,
Laken, I haven’t run out of imagination yet. This crew has a ways to go
to catch up with my heroines.”
“Too true,” Sylvie nodded. “Thanks to your incredible imaginary
men.” She lifted her glass. “To Ava’s heroes, long may they inspire our
They all clicked glasses, laughing, and drank—Luisa her tea, Ellie her
watered wine, Ava and Laken red, Sylvie her customary chardonnay.
Another meeting of The Book Babes was well underway.
Laken sprawled back and sighed, fanning herself against the summer
swelter of Austin, Texas. “If only you could conjure some of them up in
the flesh, Ava, I wouldn’t be reduced to scouring the earth for one good
“There are good men all around you,” Ellie objected.
“Yeah, but you and Ava are married to them.”
“Stop right there,” Laken flashed her palm at Ellie. “No more
matchmaking. Period. There are three men in this town worth a damn;
Ava’s got Tom, you’ve got Wyatt, and Sylvie’s going to keep Gabe waiting
“No, Sylvie’s not.” A tiny tremor shook the carefully modulated voice
that matched Sylvie’s ever-faultless appearance.
Ava shot a glance across the coffee table, seeing what she should
have recognized earlier in Sylvie’s silence. “What happened?”
Sylvie shook her head, the ash blonde shoulder-length pageboy
shimmering. “It’s over, that’s all.”
Ever the nurturer, Ellie placed a hand on Sylvie’s shoulder. Only Ellie
would dare, and only Ellie would not be shaken off by shoulders
tightened into almost military posture. “You don’t have to talk about it,
Silence stretched out, an unheard-of occurrence at their monthly
meetings. Far more common was the clamor of all of them talking at
once, too much to say, too much to share, words tumbling in pell-mell
fashion from the lips of intelligent women trying to piece out the ways
Luisa filled in with their topic of last resort—the book they were
supposed to be discussing. “So what did anyone think of Smilla’s Sense of
Ava held back. She’d hated its dearth of emotion. The plot was
intriguing, but the writing was so spare and sterile. But she knew that
Sylvie had loved it, and Sylvie was already hurting.
Laken had no such restraint. “It sucked.”
“Laken!” Ellie reached over, patting Sylvie’s knee. “It was really
“I loved it, Sylvie,” Luisa responded. “I had to wrap up in a blanket,
reading it, the setting was so vivid.”
Ava chuckled and shook her head. A blanket in August in Texas.
“What was the a/c setting? Fifty-five?”
Laken intoned, “Thank God summer doesn’t last forever.”
Sylvie’s smooth tones interrupted their laughter. “What about you,
Opening her mouth to respond, Ava glanced around the room,
distracted by the tears brimming on Ellie’s lashes. Ava’s comments were
forgotten as she took in the startling sight. “What’s wrong, Ellie?”
The auburn pageboy swung with the shaking of Ellie’s head, her
fingers pressed tightly to trembling lips.
Even the Ice Queen was disturbed by the sight. Ellie always smiled,
always ministered to the rest of them. “Is it one of the children?” Sylvie
The tears overflowed ginger lashes, brown eyes filled with hurt. “I
swore I wouldn’t do this. It’s silly…millions of women deal with this. I
know it’s dumb, but—” She shook her head again, dropping her gaze.
“Sam’s starting first grade, and Christy is leaving for college, and all of a
sudden, all I can think is: what happens when they’re all gone?”
Ava and Luisa exchanged glances. The empty nest. It hit everyone.
Laken and Sylvie had no children; they could look sympathetic, but
they’d never truly understand.
She tried for reason. “It’s a long time until Sam leaves the nest,
Ellie sniffed. “I know that. Intellectually, I understand all of this. But it
doesn’t change the fact that being a mother is all I know how to be. Look
at you, Ava. You’ve created a whole new life, becoming a writer. You’re
“—crazed and despairing and insane to have tried it.”
Ellie brushed at her eyes. “But the fact remains that you know what
you’re doing with your life. You’re a mother, but you’re not only a
mother. Luisa has her Ph.D. and tenure—”
“And a mother driving me nuts.”
Ellie ignored her, leaning forward. “Laken’s a successful lawyer,
Sylvie’s got her gallery. What do I do that’s interesting? I drive carpools
and bake cupcakes and do laundry and feed the damn chickens.” For
Ellie to swear was almost earth-shattering.
“And lead Scouts and sew and garden—hell, Ellie, you can do
anything,” Laken’s voice rose above the others.
“Jack of all trades, master of none.”
Ava drew a breath to respond, but Sylvie beat her to it.
“You need to be painting, Ellie. It’s criminal that you ignore your
Ellie blushed. “I just fool around. I’ve never had lessons.”
“Anyone can take lessons. You have a gift.”
Ava could see that Sylvie meant it. Sylvie’s life revolved around art; it
was the great sorrow of her life to have an unerring eye for the
beautiful, for startling new talent—and to be unable to draw with more
than mediocrity herself. Sylvie did not suffer fools gladly; even with her
great affection for Ellie, an alliance that surprised them all, she would
never say something she didn’t mean. Saving feelings was never a
Ava added her weight to the proposition. “I only had two children,
not your five, but I know all too well the toll a family takes. You need to
be feeding your soul, Ellie. You’ve still got a long way to go down this
road of life, and you have a right to reserve some of it for yourself. You
give everything to Wyatt and the kids, but Wyatt is a grown man, and
the kids will need you less and less as they get older. It’s time to start
“But I know how fast it goes. Before I know it, Sam will be leaving for
college. I can’t miss these years.”
“Come on, Ellie,” Laken’s dry tones crackled. “You’re not talking
about abandoning them. You can do this while they’re all at school.”
“But they’re not used to—”
Ava spoke gently. “Your kids are great and amazingly unspoiled, but
they won’t die if you don’t lie down in the road to be run over by them.”
Ellie blew her nose, her back stiffening. “I don’t do that.”
Luisa’s hand touched her gently. “What Ava means is that you give
yourself to everyone you know, including us, and never reserve
anything for yourself. We’re all very lucky that you do, chica, but you
have to look out for yourself, too.”
“The well runs dry, kiddo,” Ava reasoned. “Nothing faster than a
family to drain you. Cut yourself some slack and think of it this way: if
you’re happier, they’ll be happier.”
Ava waved a dismissive hand. “We should all be happy. None of us
are starving in Africa, we all have roofs over our heads, we have love in
“Speak for yourself,” Laken said dryly.
Ava shot her a glare. “All right, everyone but Laken has love in her
life, but constant hot sex is a workable substitute—”
The entire group broke up laughing. Even Ellie grinned.