Jasmine
“Oh my gosh, wine in the afternoon … are you kidding me?” Chloe moaned as she settled back in the rocking chair and took a sip.
“Oh, I know,” her sister Zoey said as she walked up the steps to my cabin, her hands full of flowers. “Pour me one, will ya?”
“What are you doing with those?” I asked her from my spot next to Rena on the porch swing.
“It’s your honeymoon, isn’t it? These are to help the mood,” Zoey said, waggling her eyebrows.
She was the writer in the family, and ever since she started writing romance, she was all about setting the mood.
“You know I love my children,” Chloe said, her eyes closed as she rocked. “But, you guys, I really needed this.”
“Did I miss anything?” Zoey asked as she slid into the rocking chair next to her sister.
“Nope, we waited, here’s you
