Page 35 of Falling for the Enemy

“Why don’t you come over for dinner? It’s been a while. You can see the progress Grey’s made in the nursery, and I can show you the wallpaper samples I picked up.”

“I don’t know, Wren⁠—”

“Please. I could really use your opinion.”

Wren did so much for everyone else that it was impossible to turn her down whenever she asked for something. “Okay. But I have to drop Cordelia off first.”

“That’s fine. We’ll see you in a bit.”

On the way home, she called the musician and asked if she’d like to move off the corner of Main Street and into a more prominent area by the gazebo at the wharf. She was thrilled by the offer and accepted right away.

When Jocelyn got to Greyson’s cabin that night, it looked different. An enormous addition bolted out the back where they were building a master bedroom, master bath, and deluxe nursery for the baby.

Jocelyn retrieved the bottle of wine she brought as a hostess gift, despite the hostess being pregnant, and walked up the front steps. She entered without knocking. “Anybody home?”

“In the kitchen,” Wren called as The Cure played softly from a hidden device.

Jocelyn followed the scent of Mexican cuisine. “Smells delicious.”

Taco shells sat empty on a tray beside chopped lettuce and tomatoes as some kind of protein sizzled on the stove. Rat, Greyson’s enormous Maine Coon cat, greeted her, entwining its lithe body around her legs.

“Does this thing ever stop growing?”

Wren laughed. “It would seem not. Last time we took him to the vet, he was twenty-three pounds.”

“Wow.” She immediately thought about the Great Dane Soren now had to contend with. What was he thinking?

Wren pointed to her wine. “Let me get you a corkscrew and a glass for that.”

“Thanks.” Jocelyn settled in on a counter stool. “Where’s Grey?”

“Out back showing something to Logan.”

“Logan’s here?”

“He just stopped by to borrow a tool.” She slid a glass onto the counter. “Pour yourself some wine, then I’ll show you the progress on the nursery.”

Greyson’s cabin was a work of masterful craftsmanship. He’d built it slowly, over the course of ten years, and never once hired a contractor. If there was something he wanted, he learned how to do it himself. So it was no surprise that the new addition qualified as stunning even months before completion.

The master bedroom had cathedral ceilings and a cupola to let natural light in. “This is gorgeous, Wren.”

“I know. Grey’s amazing. Not that I’m surprised. You’ve seen my studio he built. Anything he creates is beautiful.”

“Yeah, just imagine how beautiful your child will be.”

Wren flushed and gave her that squish look that only came out when Jocelyn showed her hidden sweetness.

“That’s sweet, Joce.”

Her happiness for her friend was unaffected by the pinch of envy that sometimes intruded. “Show me the baby’s room.”

The nursery was just as impressive as the master bedroom. Octagonal with a built-in bunk bed that doubled as a castle fort. It was like something out of a fairytale.

“These are the wallpaper samples I picked.” Wren spread several swatches across a plywood work table. “I think the forest and the anchors are my favorite, but they’re both so different I can’t decide which I like best.”

“What if it’s a girl?”

“Oh, if it’s a girl, I have this.” She revealed a whimsical garden print made of watercolor hues and loose, bohemian lines.