Savor the Moment
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“But it’s Wedding Day sex, and they can only have Wedding Day sex today. At midnight, that ship has sailed. They should want it. Maybe we need to mention it.”
Emma patted Laurel’s shoulder. “Tempting—boy, tempting. But we have to stick it out until five.” She snuck a glance at her watch.
“You have a Tinker Bell Band-Aid on your finger.”
“Isn’t she cute? It almost makes up for daydreaming about vacation and nicking myself a good one. Anyway, forty-nine more minutes by my clock. Then it’s two weeks, Laurel. Fourteen beachy days.”
“It makes my eyes sting when I think of it. But if I start crying, people will just think I’m touched by the wedding, so that’s okay.” She had to order herself not to shift impatiently from foot to foot. “We’re all packed.” She narrowed her eyes at Emma.
“I’m packed. I’m packed.”
“Okay then. So in forty-nine minutes we load up the cars. I figure you have to allow twenty minutes for load-up because of the beach gear and the arguing. That’s sixty-nine minutes. Another ten for Parker to check and recheck her lists. Seventy-nine minutes and we’re on the road. Vacation begins the minute you’re on the road.”
“It does.” Emma smiled at a small group of guests on their way to the bar. “Seventy-eight now. And a couple hours later, we’re drinking frozen margaritas on the beach. Del’s going to have margaritas ready, right?”
“He’d better, seeing as he’s already on the beach.”
“Well, somebody had to go up, open the house, get supplies, make sure everything’s set up.”
“Yeah. He’s probably kicked back with a beer now, but I’m trying not to resent that. It’s okay because in a hundred and ninety-eight minutes, give or take a few, we’ll be there, too. Damn, we have to change—add twenty more minutes. Two hundred and eighteen—”
“Seventeen,” Emma interrupted. “Not that we’re watching the clock or anything.”
“We’ll be sipping those margaritas, and our biggest worry will be what to have for dinner.” She gave Parker’s arm a pinch when Parker walked over.
“Ow.”
“Just making sure none of us are dreaming. We’re having a private countdown. Two hundred and seventeen minutes till margaritas on the beach.”
“Two hundred and seventy-seven. They just asked for the extra hour.”
Emma’s big brown eyes went sad as a hungry puppy’s. “Oh, Parker.”
“I know, I know. But it’s their option, their money, and we can’t say no.”
“There could be a bomb threat by an anonymous caller. Just a suggestion,” Laurel said when Parker gave her a bland stare. “I’m going to start transferring the gifts to the limo. It’ll pass the time. If you need me, beep me.”
It kept her busy, supervising the transfer, carting gifts out herself. Afterward, she made a trip up to the Bride’s and Groom’s suites to make sure they’d been put to rights, then headed down to her kitchen for the boxes needed for leftover cake and desserts.
“Two hundred and twenty-nine minutes,” she told herself.
At six sharp, she stood with her partners, with Jack and Carter, waving off the newlyweds and the stragglers.
“Go away now,” she said under her breath. “Bye-bye. Keep driving.”
“Somebody out there might read lips,” Jack commented.
“Don’t care.” But she gripped his arm and angled herself slightly behind him. “Go home. Go away. Okay, there’s the last ones. Why are they standing there talking? They’ve had hours to talk already. Yes, yes, hug, hug, kiss, kiss, go, for pity’s sake.”
“They’re getting in their cars,” Mac said from behind her. “It’s happening. Starting the cars, backing out. And they’re driving, they’re driving.” She clamped her hands on Laurel’s shoulders. “Almost to the road, almost there, nearly clear, and ...Yes!”
“Vacation!” Laurel shouted. “Everybody scatter, get your stuff.” She dashed inside and up the stairs.
Within fifteen minutes, dressed in cropped pants, a tank, a straw hat on her head and sandals on her feet, she dragged her bags downstairs. Then frowned at Parker.
“How could you be faster than me? How could you? I was like the wind. I was a freaking tornado of speed and efficiency.”
“My talents are many. I’ll bring the car around.”
Mrs. Grady wandered out while they loaded up, and put an insulated bag in the car. “Road supplies,” she said. “Cold water, some fruit, cheese, and crackers.”
“You’re the best.” Laurel turned to give her a squeeze. “Change your mind, come with us.”
“Not on your life. Two weeks of quiet right here will suit me.” With her arm slung around Laurel’s shoulders, she studied Parker. “Don’t the pair of you look ready? Pretty as they come, too.”
“Beach girls of Southampton,” Parker said and did a stylish turn. “We’ll miss you.”
“You won’t.” Mrs. Grady smiled as Parker kissed her cheek. “But you’ll be glad to see me when you get back. Here comes the next group.” She jutted her chin as Mac and Carter pulled up behind Parker’s car. “You see she doesn’t forget to slather on plenty of sunscreen,” she told Carter. “Our redhead fries like an egg.”
“We’re stocked.”
She handed him an insulated bag. “Road food.”
“Thanks.”
“Emma’s late, naturally.” Parker checked her watch. “Carter, you’re in the middle of the convoy so you don’t fall behind.”
“Aye, Captain.”
“You have the directions on your GPS, in case?”
“We’re good. We’re ready.” Mac adjusted the brim of her ball cap. “We’re set.”
“It’s about a two hour and ten minute drive,” Parker began. Laurel tuned her out and stared in the direction of Emma’s house as if to will her friend to hurry with the power of her mind.
“It worked! Here she comes. Bye, Mrs. G. If you get lonely, drive over.”
“Not likely.”
“No wild parties.” Sober-faced, Parker put her hands on Mrs. G’s shoulders. “No boys sleeping over. No drugs. No drinking.”