Page 13 of Lemon Pound Cake Club

One splashed the other.

The other let out a dramatic scream and fell onto the grass, pretending to be seriously hurt. The woman sighed.

"They deserve an Oscar." I laughed.

"I'm Maci."

"I'm Tasha."

She walked over and shook her head when another splash sounded behind her.

"Those are my twins."

"I'm guessing they keep you busy."

"They keep my therapist employed."

I couldn’t help but laugh even more.

"They're six. They eat every half hour, argue every twelve seconds, and still have enough energy to wreck my living room before bed."

One little boy looked up.

"Mommy! He cheated!"

"I don't care who cheated."

"He started it."

"I don't care who started it either." She smiled sweetly at me.

"See?"

"I suddenly don't feel ready for kids."

"Oh, don't let these two fool you. They're sweet."

Right then, one of the twins ran over with a slightly squished daisy in his hand.

"This is for the new lady." That made my heart melt.

"Thank you."

"I'm Mason."

"I'm Miles," the other said quickly, eager to join in.

"I'm happy to meet both of you."

Tasha crossed her arms.

"Welcome to Lemon Grove Estates."

"Thank you."

"You're going to love it here."

She spoke with total confidence.