R Is for Rebel by Megan Mulry

Author:Megan Mulry
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Sourcebooks, Inc.
Published: 2013-12-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“Just preparing, I guess,” Abigail answered.

Sarah gave her a knowing look, half-joy, half-sadness. “Oh, Abby. Are we that overwhelming?”

As if on cue, her two brothers and her other sister-in-law burst into uproarious laughter at some (probably bawdy) joke. Bronte guffawed.

“That was unfortunate timing,” said Sarah.

“It’s just me.” Abby said, still waiting in the foyer. “I know I’m long overdue for a family grilling. I’ve been coasting for too long without the four of you raking me over the coals. Is Wolf here at least?”

“Sorry, no nephew to run interference. Just the grown-ups, with their grown-up opinions and grown-up—”

Bronte swore loudly and emphatically just then.

“—enthusiasm,” Sarah finished.

“No point in delaying further, I suppose.”

Sarah took Abigail’s small wheelie bag and opened the door wider to let her lead the way into the large open space. Her favorite people in the world all leapt up and surrounded her with hugs and offers of drinks and questions… questions… questions.

“Look! Stop!” Bronte demanded the floor, interrupting everyone. “I am so fucking pregnant I might not even make it to the end of supper, so I get to go first. Where the hell have you been? I haven’t seen you in over a month. Wolf is apoplectic.”

“It’s been really busy at the foundation’s offices. I’ve been—”

“Yeah, yeah. We all work, Abs.”

“Be nice, Bronte.” Max put his arm around his wife’s shoulders and smiled at Abigail. A warm, it’s-okay-whatever-it-is kind of smile.

Abigail wanted to cry.

“Come sit down,” Devon said softly as he put his arm around his younger sister and led her over to the seating area in the middle of the room. “What do you want to drink? Beer or champagne? Scotch?”

“Scotch sounds lovely.” Abigail sat down on the large, ornate French sofa that was one of Sarah’s contributions to what they all referred to as the humanization of Devon’s design aesthetic.

Sarah poured her a big welcome-home scotch and handed it to her slowly.

Max and Bronte sat close to one another on a smaller couch, Devon sat next to Abigail on the large sofa, and Sarah sat in an overstuffed armchair, her lovely legs stretched out in front of her and crossed with ladylike care at her ankles.

“Well?” Sarah prompted.

“Well, what?” Abigail took a cautious sip of the scotch, closing her eyes in pure pleasure. “Devon, you are such a star for having this great scotch on hand.”

“What else would I have?”

Abigail smiled her thanks, then opted for offense rather than defense. “So what’s with the family meeting? This is feeling way too confrontational. I don’t even get Wolf on my team.”

“Abs, this is so not confrontational,” Bronte launched in. “We just haven’t been together in weeks and it usually happens that you come out to Dunlear for the weekend or we meet up in town, and for one reason or another it just hasn’t happened for a while, so here we are. So, I’ll be the bitch as usual and talk about the elephant in the room. What did you think about the announcement

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