Page 85 of Secrets Hidden In The Glass

Marion could easily scoff up a cool ten grand—probably more—but Callie wasn’t Marion. “I would love to give it to you.”

He shook his head. “That doesn’t seem right.”

“You’re looking for an anniversary present for your wife. I think sharing seems perfectly right. How long have you two been married?”

“Thirty amazing years,” he said with a grin and adoration in his eyes.

Her heart melted, finding that she was a sucker for love after all. “Let me make Lily something different—a custom design.”

Evan’s eyes went huge.

“I’ll keep it small and simple—maybe just some different colors so Lily has something that doesn’t look exactly like Mini’s and Leah’s.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I’d like to.”

He laughed as he shook his head. “This is amazing. Thank you.”

She nodded. “When’s your big day?”

“In a couple weeks. October 18.”

“I’ll get your address from Mini or Leah and send it to you. You’re in Boston, right?”

“Yeah.” He held out his hand. “Thank you. She’s going to go nuts.”

Callie returned his handshake. “You’re welcome.”

Evan finally tipped the carafe and a few dribbles of coffee fell into his cup.

Callie winced and took the carafe. “Let me go fill this up.”

“I’d appreciate it. Thanks.”

“I’ll be right back.” She turned toward the kitchen, more than happy to oblige. She moved through the swinging doors to the coffee and tea station, pausing when she heard Brad’s voice in the plating area—yet another of the Sanderson bunch she’d met earlier today.

“Come on, Molls.”

“Don’t call me that,” Molly said in a tone that wasn’t entirely friendly.

“I’ve always called you Molls—for as long as I can remember.”

“Today would be a good day to stop.”

“Would you just talk to me? You can’t avoid me forever.”

“I’m giving it my best shot.”

“So, we’re not going to be friends anymore?”

“Doesn’t look like it.”

“Molls. Mol-ly,” he added more inflection to the two syllables. “What happened doesn’t have to change things. We had too much to drink—got a little careless.”

Molly huffed out a humorless laugh. “You’re a jackass.”

“One night doesn’t have to ruin what we mean to each other. It was months ago.”